"Fine, there's no accounting for taste." The beer was great beer, the kind you couldn't get in her world anymore on account of half (or a lot of) the world being blown up. "New, huh? How about a Mako Sunrise?" And as she speaks, a glowingly green drink in a martini glass appears in her hand. Drinks are something Reno knows about, though she prefers the simpler whiskey and vodka and beer herself.

"But watch out, it's more poisonous than most."