Skirting around the pile of losers, Lina reached Kuhn, her temper having simmered in bemusement. Crossing her arms over her chest, she seemed tired as she noted, "Finding out information was also your job...though I guess you found out how far you can throw a bar brawler."

As she finished the sentence, a mug slammed down on the table in front of her. Lina flinched, before realizing it seemed to be for her. Grumbling, she picked it up, daring a sip, crinkling her nose at the familiar beer taste. Though it seemed a bit more... Lina took another sip.

"H-hey!" She cried out, more at herself then anything. Trying to keep herself from getting distracted, she opened her mouth, before letting out a sigh. Taking a seat next to Kuhn, she muttered, "There's no way we're going to bumble through the heis-er...thef...t... The thing. Without getting caught." Taking another sip, it turned into more of a gulp as she downed half the mug. Coughing as she set the mug back down, she wiped her lip with her arm, before muttering, "It was for Chester anyway so who cares. He'd just drink it all and not even appreciate it. Besides...celebrating beating Cerulean is dumb since it was his fault anyway..."

A few moments later, she had finished her drink, wondering aloud, "Can beer be good? Like, is it even possible or do they just call it something else? It's dumb. Beer is dumb."