Zofia flicked her eyes over the man, grinning. She took the thin cigar from her mouth and smiled at him. "Well, I am in Germany... Might I have some of your Jager?" She asks, winking at him and tapping the ashes from her cigar into the nearest ashtray before turning back to him. "Or, is that for employees only?" She asks, before mentally cursing herself for spouting out such a terrible line.