"Damn right I'm taking it," he said, his light and flippant tone returning, "considering what I paid for that jug of rocket fuel." After she took her swig, he jammed the cork back into the bottle and tucked it under his arm as he stood up. "So, how big of a crew are we talking about here?" he asked as he followed her away from the table, taking the opportunity of having her back to him to perform his own appraisal of<em>her</em>, now.