Perhaps before, when she was ignorant to things like what the internet was, Isabela wouldn't have gotten the joke. Illegal downloading though, that was a gleeful 'I understood that reference moment' and she chuckled throatily, pleased to have found another pirate in her midst - sailing the deep blue seas, charting the galaxies, stealing, it didn't matter. Pirate kin was pirate kin all the same - there didn't seem to be many of her kind here in Vallo, most stuck on that whole path of righteousness and blah.
What she would give for a good old-fashioned pillaging and plundering. Ah, memories.
The ass juice had Jägermeister in it, that much she could tell - all the many, many flavors that exploded on the tastebuds. Fitting for something called what this drink happened to be. She took another sip and shivered - delightful. "What happens if you don't stay whole?" she asked, then clarified, "...where do you go?"
Curious, she was, but there was no pressure to answer - they could always talk about Bela's Greatest Heists as well (the Relic, now that was a fun and romantic story).