Shepard grinned at him, yeah she already knew she was going to like him. "Yeah, that old thing. And I am betting you know just what that uniform does." She ran a hand over her braid as she tried to think over her colonial history. "I don't think it was the Mexicans," God that was making her head hurt. Remembering stuff from more than twenty years ago. She shook her head lightly the more important part was. "But hell no, Kentucky Bourbon isn't anything like Tennessee whiskey, which is what Jack Daniels is." She knew booze better than Earth History.
She nodded her thanks to Greg. A great bar tender, clearly. She pulled the cork out of the bottle with her teeth, tipping the bottle over her glass after she did. Filling it more than she should have, probably, before she offered it around. It was a rich mahogany color. And she had no idea what it was, the label was in some language that wasn't covered on the programming of her omnitool. "And this is really really really old, because I can't read it. Might even be older than Rawdon." She couldn't resist teasing her fellow military man.