Grabbing her drink as soon as it arrives, she treats herself to a swig. Watered-down, as expected, but she'll not complain. The question prompts a headshake and a faint grimace as memories resurface. "Ever tried the stuff? It's like dwarven liquor was made on a dare. The only thing to recommend it is the strength, and if you're not looking to get hammered, then there's no point. Good booze just doesn't come from fungus, that's one thing humans have gotten right."

Taking another sip, she settles back in her chair and looks him over. "The name's Runa...Sergeant Corday, if I'm needed for guard work. You don't seem like a bloke who'd start trouble, though I'm guessing you can end it when when need be." With armor like that, he seems more than capable even in such a relaxed setting.