[ Well, that's one way to show disappointment, she thinks. Though the ever-knowing smile on her face doesn't falter, and nor does it even flicker when he dumped the drink. He sits next to her after all, and perhaps he's some sort of teetotaler, or something of that nature? She ran a finger against the stem of her drink, though it's more idle than thoughtful. ]

It is something like that, yes. Most Praesi parties involve obvious attempts to poison through food and drink, though it is only those who are unprepared who are caught off guard.

[ Here, it's different, her tone implies. ]

Though here in Springstar, that does not seem to be the case, often enough. [ She says. With a put upon sigh. What a weirdo. ] So perhaps that was rude of me, to accuse you of such, wasn't it?

[ She does not, however, apologize. ]

What is your name?