"Sounds like Mudders' Milk." Zoe wasn't the easiest to get drunk, but then that was partly because she had to look after other people who caused a good bit of trouble when they had a few drinks in them. She had gotten used to drinking in moderation, and even if she hadn't, she was a tough one to throw for a loop. Of course, that was when she was in good health.
"You're enjoying this? You sure you aren't the sick one?" She handed him the broth. "I'll try later. Right now just tired. Want to rest here and want to stop oozing." Her nose wrinkled at the word.
"You like it that I'm oozing?" There was something odd about the word, and she wanted to say it again. Only she didn't. It made her miss Kaylee which made her miss the rest of the crew. She didn't want to be sad and sick.