It was exploration, mostly, that brought her here - the open world around her there to be razed, one way or another. The drinking could be argued as exploration as well, but in truth it was just as much bitterness, exasperation, the weight of guilty evasion. She was going to have to face certain powers here eventually - sooner, rather than later. For now, she staunchly refused to think about it. Conversation proved a welcome distraction.

"Probably weaker than that, too," it came with a chuckle, as Nabooru leaned heavily on the bar, gold clinking. She took a swig from her cup, then set it down, shoulders rolling into a shrug. "Though, I bet they'll leave that off the sign."