"You seriously came to Disneyland in a kilt. Are you wearing it in true Scottish Style? Because I'm pretty sure this is the last bastion of purity in the United States and they'll kick you out for that," Neena's voice sounded amused as hell as she walked up behind Logan.
She was wielding a gigantic coffee cup in her hand, though it smelled enough of liquor for Logan to know that she'd spiked it.