Rilolia carefully eyed the alcoholic beverage that was placed before her, as if having been presented with some sort of archaic contraption meant to house the spirit of a Muspelheimian spirit. Her face wandered over the top of the mug, staring down into its honey-colored depths like she'd dropped her love letter down it. Picking up the heavy glass utensil, she brought the edge to her nose and took in a quick whiff, smelling its contents. It certainly wasn't bad; it wasn't familiar either. For a moment Rilolia considered actually taking a sip, ignoring her primordial instinct to consume blood alone. Some of her family had taken towards drinking wine on occasion, and [i]that[/i] was alcoholic too. They certainly didn't explode, so why should this one kill her?

Then again, if it [i]was[/i] any different she didn't exactly want to suffer from nausea aboard a questionably prepared airship. Did vampires even get nausea? Rilolia put the drink back down and nudged it a tad away from her, conveying her lack of intention to consume any of it. Glancing over to Yazu, she looked concerned for a moment, unsure of if the elf was even bothering to pay attention or not. What was between her and Chad anyways?

She figured the adorable barmaid- wait. Did she just consider Yazulayne adorable? Rilolia visibly shook her head and grinned the consideration away. She figured Yazulayne was attentive. Turning to Chad, she spoke up,

"Old airships? Well I suppose we're lucky there are nay at all but...," she rose an eyebrow, "seems a little sketchy. I'll assume Moko can pilot anything I suppose." Rilolia rose from her seat and let off a quick laugh, scoffing at how brief the so-called meeting was. Couldn't Moko have simply approached them alone? "Well if there's nothing more to glean from this, I'll just head on over then." Rilolia beckoned to Yazulayne, questioning for a moment how miffed the tavern would be seeing their brand new recruit disappearing so quickly.