"No, fuck those things. Got 'em back home and they're assholes there too. They ain't quite as smart as some of the dragons we got here, I don't think, but they still ain't the best of company."

Apollo could go on about her dislike of dragons, but she doesn't. Which is mostly because the innkeeper has finally made his way over to them, and she's grabbing the glass so quickly that she's just about snatching it out of the man's hand. His decision to leave the bottle may or may not be influenced by how damn fast she's drinking what he had given her - so fast, in fact, that in the moment Qilby's given her to drink, she's almost completely emptied the glass.

"Yeah?" She says after a minute, finally finding the strength to pull the drink away from her lips. "What exactly are the other flights up to, anyway? Heard some complainin' 'bout 'em, but I kinda missed the why. But yeah, 'spose it's good for us. If it means I can finally get some fuckin' booze then whatever, I'm here to help. Or... pretend to help. Somethin'."

She shrugs, and promptly finishes the last of her drink. Putting the glass back down, she nods her head at the bottle and glances at Qilby. "You gonna drink any of that or what?"