Half a glass. She could manage that. If she was still feeling okay after, maybe she'd attempt a bit more. With one last swallow of hesitation, she poured herself just a little of the drink. While she did want to explore this world and all it had to offer, she didn't know if she had enough control over her powers to truly get inebriated. Not if she was going to keep others safe.
How she was feeling was a loaded question. "I'm okay," she offered as a reply, but paused. "Well. I'm not great. But I'm not bad, either." Truthfully, she didn't want to admit how down she was. That was too weak. She liked Lomea, she really did. But the list of people Elsa trusted was small. Very small. And the Sith wasn't on it just yet.