Zhenya takes the bottle and watches him point out the horse shoe. She smiles; her first husband had been hesitant to add any sort of tattoos at all, but her current husband has them and she thinks they suited the Dog King very well. But he is also right; they need all the luck they can get.
She is focused more on his next words, though. About his sister. She swallows a generous amount of bourbon, wrinkling up her nose as she swallows. Tough problem. Family is always a thing fraught with messy emotion. In the apocalypse, it is worse. For men like Rodeo, the messiness is worse.
"So she is alive," she says, handing the bottle back. "That's good. But there is more to it than that, yes? Tell Krasnaya Volka and she will help set you at ease."