Heather hid a smile-- just like Scotty to not remember something basic until it was standing right in front of him. (And reminding him.) The man was a genius when it came to engineering but sometimes she wondered if perhaps all that knowledge had squeezed out some of the common sense. Not that she cared; she was just glad to be working with him.
"Brilliant," Heather agreed when he set the glasses down. She unscrewed the top to her canister and poured two fingers of the liquor into each, taking one for herself and handing the other to her companion. "Shall we cheers for luck?" She had high hopes for this batch not tasting like the inside of a starship, she did... but a little extra good grace never hurt anyone.