Oh humans, she did so like how caught up in their own drama they were. To every human she'd ever known, even alive, their troubles were always more important, more serious, the bigger issue than anyone else's. Jeanette figured it was the psyche of the human mind; what affected you was greater than what affected others. Self-involvement was a blight for the entire species, and Jeanette found it amusing that once she'd been one herself.
It was nice to know though that this one would at least refrain from regurgitating her drink all over the floor. That was always nasty, and the smell lingered unless you bleached it and bleach smelled just as bad. "Moonshine Two Point Oh." Which was a terrible name, but hell, she was using it. Jeanette wasn't paid to think of names for things.
Hell, Jeanette wasn't paid. Damn it Therese!
"So, is this stuff from where you came from, or are you struggling with Creepsville?" Which Jeanette loved. "Because if you tell me you're an alcoholic, I'll set you up a personal table that can be permanently reserved for you." Not like, tell her to stop or anything like that, no. It wasn't Jeanette's job to stop people drinking, the exact opposite actually.