That Atlantis was the sort of place where one could procure drinks from across the universe, multiple universes even, and thus Valkyrie had no shortage of truly intoxicating new flavors to sample was fortunate. That she had procured a cooler to keep her many bottles in, close at hand in her room so as not to hog the refrigerator space, was perhaps concerning to anyone else - but not to her. And no sooner had she gotten it than she was in obvious need of it. Or Jo was, anyway. It was also fortunate that the thing had wheels.
Valkyrie wheeled it out of her own room and banged loudly at Jo's door. The woman had seemed distraught on the network but that didn't mean Val wasn't going to be her crude self, it might even distract her. "Come on sunshine time's wastin'. I've got that thing you all seem to love so much, the amber drink. What's it say... whiskey. Yeah. Tastes like water to me, but whatever. Bring that music you keep blaring in there."
Most other people wouldn't have encouraged Jo to go shooting at things, much less would they have added alcohol to the event, but Valkyrie was not most people. She was a danger-loving drunk who had fought undead, a goddess and a giant wolf while mildly intoxicated.