George peered at her friend before stepping in. He looked alive, but so did she. He looked like himself, but to reapers he would look like himself. She needed a video camera to test that part out, really.
If they had drugs she could test his metabolism. But she didn't think he had any and she knew nothing about his alcohol tolerance. That really only left one option.
"Sure."
George went straight for the kitchen and helped herself to the fridge, snatching the first beer she found. She was going to need more than this and wondered where he hid the good stuff.