"Slainte." Ailis sits back a little so as to get a better look at the new-comer. "Ailis Ciarach, recon. And I'd nae be so sure o' that - th' bit I'd be missin' from a bit o' formal schoolin' would nae be th' discipline."  She gives a very convincing innocent look over the rim of her cup. "Sure an' I've got m'self into enough trouble t' be knowin' quite a lot about discipline."  Her green eyes glitter merrily for a moment as she takes a sip of the contents, then sets the cup down, expression quite serene.<br/>"'Ey, Erich? Prob'ly should mention I saw somethin' weird out there. Was gonna tell ye about it, but if'n ye'd rather, it'll set a bit."  There's a slight crinkle to the corner of her mouth, a tightening of muscle that suggests 'weird' might be her understating whatever it was.