Left with the vodka, he takes a moment to smell the drink — very attractive — but it doesn't inspire any sort of expression, so he must find it to be all right. The glass is lifted in salute and he smiles in response. "And to making friends in unlikely places," he adds, guessing that she won't take exception to the assumption. As far as Obi-Wan's concerned, they're friends until they're not. Which is to say, when they're not, they'll both know it.

Dipping back the shot of alcohol, he reflects back on all of the terrible drinks he'd had in his life, and admits to himself this might be the worst. But if its burn is any indication, it's certain to do the trick.

"Good choice." He doesn't mean that. It may be obvious by the slight curl of his lip. Awful taste.