Though Irene had said she'd wanted a drink before, she was reconsidering whether that plan was a particularly good one. Did she really want to ingest anything that a man who threw around the word multiverse had given her? She watched her new acquaintance over the rim of her glass, her face shadowed with suspicion.
"A pocket dimension," she repeated doubtfully, as if both words were completely foreign. "I've seen a lot of strange and fantastical things, but never something like that. Not even close." She set her drink down, perhaps a little harder than was necessary. "What does that even mean?"