"It's going to be my new test to see who's from my part of the galaxy," Siri joked, wry. "And whether or not I'm willing to be friends. If they like Ondaren willek juice, then it's right out." She made a waving gesture with her hand, although her eyes remained mirthful.
She didn't take a seat (she couldn't be sure the woman didn't expect companions), but she moved closer. "That drink," she gestured to the red can, "isnt from where I come from, for that matter. What is it?"