[His appraisal of her drink of choice makes her laugh, if only because she does have a fondness for whiskey straight from the bottle.]

Lucky for you, I like anything that burns going down.

[She glances up at him to gauge his reaction to her saying that. It's really not all that often they find anything to drink back home, alcohol was one of the first things to vanish, even before food did.]

Whiskey, straight up sounds great. I don't like anything fancy.