[Sounds like to him that she really wants to get used to it, by the way she holds her cup out for him to pour another shot for her. Which he gladly does, pouring it out carefully into her shot glass before setting the bottle back down in amusement. He'll give it to her, it takes a bit of grit to keep going on Fire-Water.]

I don't remember if he laughed, but knowing him, I'm sure he did. As you can imagine, I wasn't allowed to have any after that little incident. But as the popular drink in Snezhnaya, when I grew older I was determined to give it another shot. It holds a special place in the hearts of Snezhnayans- we bond over drinking it outside in the bitter cold, share it between comrades, and it never fails to soothe the spirit.

[By that, he means get drunk after a stressful day. Growing on him over time is probably a good way to put it.]

If you like it, you're welcome to have as much as you like. As long as you don't get sick on my floor, of course, [he jokes, sounding almost like he's challenging her.

Of course, Ajax can't let her out drink him, so he takes his third shot and downs it, enjoying the burn against the back of his throat. Maybe it isn't too early for day drinking. He's already starting to forget the horror of their new reality, and maybe that's just what they both need right now.]