He eyes the drink suspiciously, but downs it before he has a chance to think better of it. There's no suppressing the cough this time. That was not the chaser that Gaeta was thinking of.
"Hypervodka, huh?" He rubs tears from his eyes and considers regretting his decision to get drinks with Martha. Hopefully she won't think too poorly of him now. "I guess I'll never be a real woman."