When Westley asked if they were dead, Jo wasn't sure what to answer because... well, she'd been asking herself the same question. She still wasn't sure what to say to the idea of someone who was from the 1500s. Because, seriously?
"Do you remember dying? Before you came here?" She had to ask, because she was still trying to figure out what this place was and if she was really dead. She knew that she would be whenever they got out of here, but was she currently?
She couldn't help but smile a little bit at the question about Johnnie Walker. She hesitated, thinking of the Glenfiddich that Lee had given her. There was a part of her that wanted to keep it all to herself because it was certainly the only $20,000 bottle of whiskey that she'd ever drink. And yet, it was also the sort of drink that was meant to be shared. And this was as good of an occasion as any.
"I have something better than Johnnie," she said, retrieving the bottle from her trunk under the bed. She poured them each a glass and then held one out to Westley, just thankful that he'd put on some clothes by now.
"I do know that this isn't the real Las Vegas. Though I'm still not sure what else that means. There's a forcefield around this place and no one can get out and it's pretty random to see who gets pulled in. Though you're the oldest I've met so far, in terms of birth year."
He certainly didn't look all that old, of course, but it was still funny all the same to think about the fact that she was talking to someone who'd been born almost 500 years before her time.