As the man removed his goggles, Nalia’s blue-grey eyes caught sight of his striking emerald orbs, and for a moment she was taken aback. But, ever the professional, she lowered her gaze back to the bar counter and continued cleaning. When he mentioned Spotchka and Corellian wine, her eyebrows perked up a bit. “I’m...not sure. Let me check.” With that, she left the rag on the bar and turned towards her wall of drinks behind her, scanning the options with her hands on her hips. Eventually she bent over and began opening and sifting through cabinets, moving about various bottles and jugs of differing ales and liquors. Somehow, that wasn’t a drink request she’d been expecting, so whatever she did have from his universe was rather buried.<br/><br/>Eventually Nalia stood back upright and approached the counter with three bottles. “So,” she began, placing each bottle on the counter as she introduced them, before wiping her form fitted black v-neck shirt off of more dust that had gathered on the glass and transferred to her top, “I don’t have Spotchka unfortunately, but I do have a very fine aged Carellian wine. I also have here a couple of other things that maybe might interest you. Some Tarisian Ale and, if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, Port in a Storm.” Nalia winked with a smirk. She hadn’t tried it herself, hearing the stories, but one day she knew she would. It’s not as if she could die from it here. Just get really.....really, fucked up.