Of course he knew glass wear due to various affairs. "Better you than me," she said with a smirk as she somewhat nervously nudged the sea bag still deeper under her futon; she wasn't sure if she more wanted to be sure he didn't see her underwear, or her knife.
Shifting forward to the edge of the futon, she watched intently as he splashed the whiskey over the ice. "What if I want to get comfortably sloshed, quickly?" she had to ask. She wasn't going to sleep until she was.
She breathed out a low sigh and ran her hands through her hair. "Helicarrier's able to float. That's something." She glanced up at him, and very carefully looked him up and down. "Major injury?" she repeated.