She sipped the bourbon, and it wasn't bad. Still not her favorite, but it had a bit of smokiness that reminded her of one of her missions in an underground salsa club. She'd enjoyed herself as much as she could while waiting for her earbug to tell her when to get to her marks.

"Nah," she declined nicely. "You tell me what you want to tell me when you want to tell me. I'm not much for interrogating people."