Lucia laughed softly, raising her glass in return. "Is that a backhanded compliment or a backhanded insult? I never know with you. Here's to you not being stupid?"

When their alcohol came, she smiled. She wanted to dull some of her awareness even if she knew she should probably stay aware. "Not a bad margarita," she commented after taking a not at all classy swig of it. It did its job; she felt comforted by the warm burn of alcohol.