Isabela rolled her eyes. She didn't want to go anywhere near Lara right now, and she was convinced that even if Lucifer talked to her, that nothing would come of it. Sure, they'd shared a kiss, but that was undoubtedly as far as anything would go.
Taking the offered flask, she gratefully took a drink from it. Isabela definitely needed the drink, and she needed to get lost in the many pleasure of this planet before she was confined to the flying tin can that did wonders to set off her claustrophobia from time to time. She handed the flask back, not wanting to drink all of it. That would just be rude.