"Well, I suppose I could be calling you 'beer' - we don't have it much. I like sake, but seems you gotta go in for the speciality places round here rather than just goin' in and askin' for it." Zoe's head shook slightly as she motioned for him to follow. They were leaving the scene of a possible crime, but ...
"Wait." A soft Chinese curse escaped as she looked in the direction she'd been heading before she had to save a wayward child. "I'm beginnin' to think something doesn't want me to get my firearm."
She didn't exactly turn a suspiscious eye toward him, but she didn't exactly look all that kindly on him either. Of course, he had done something in saving her life...The warrior woman was beginning to think that drinking was a good way to go at the moment.