Mika took the bottle and had a swig for herself, "to the dead," she repeated, being careful to drink less than her equal share. "You need to get out more then, Princess," she snorted, "been about three months for me-- we busted a smuggling ring out in Yeltsin, the local authorities gave us a pallet of their best whisky. I'm pretty sure my squad and I shared two whole bottles and never touched a glass," she smirked, looking the newcomer over, "so your father, hm? What is he, some kind of corporate muckey-muck back on Eridani, too?" she asked, figuring that based on the woman's accent she had to be from that end of the galaxy. English was technically the 'universal language' having conquered space ages ago, but time, isolation and other ethnic traditions still gave each world, and in the cases of the more populated ones, each region, their own distinct variant. "Let me guess, mining?" she asked, holding the bottle out with one hand and nibbling on a piece of cheese with the other.