Mika nodded in comprehension and gestured to herself. "Marine brat. My mother was a marine gunnery sergeant, my father, believe it or not, was a Navy P.O." she took another, slightly longer drink from the bottle. "don't ask me how they kept themselves from coming to blows, but they got along well enough to have me and, last i heard, were still together."<br/>She put the bottle on the table and leaned her head on her hands, propping her elbows on her knees as she did so. "And when I joined the corps, my momma taught me how to drink with the big guns and still keep my head, especially after a battle. As for that pallet of whisky, well," she smirked, "I've got a dozen bottles in my own pantry somewhere and I guarantee you the Skipper will break out a bottle tonight."<br/><br/>She looked at the woman inquisitively, gesturing with her nose to the bottle, as if telling her to drink up.