Samata clinked her cup against his, then took a drink. It was very fruity, very sweet, and definitely alcoholic. “We both got lucky. I got lucky enough to have someone as hard headed as you standing between me and the Avatar! I couldn’t believe you were still even standing after some of those hits!”

It was worth mentioning, at this point, that the hand that held Samata’s cup was some kind of prosthetic, though she didn’t seem to have any problem moving it around.