Lot listened, entertained, at their conversation. Solidarity sister indeed. Mustang was a loose canon but if people did insist on playing with fire they shouldn't have been surprised when they got the shit beaten out of them. Lot may not have slept easy knowing that amongst his members were people who he wished he could have avoided while locked up but he knew that it was better to be in control of the rabid dog than be it's victim. So Mustang may have pissed people off with her short temper but he'd rather watch them get bitten than be bitten himself.
Absently he slid an arm around her waist letting it linger a little closer to her behind than her hip and watched as she downed the drink unflinchingly. "It's still daylight out no?" he made a show of checking for sun, "And you're up I don't understand..." he trailed off.