The drink is very heavy, very strong, one of the strongest she'd probably had, definitely high-gravity as well.  The dwarf though drank it like it was water, how... stereotypical...<br/><br/>"Uh... you saw on my door?  Assistant Director?  Special R&D Dept?  Short memory eh?" he says, smirking and raising a brow "I<em>make</em>these.  Or, I did, now I make<em>other</em>people make these, like our mutual acquaintance.  I'm sure you've heard rumors about that one there..."<br/><br/>He gestured to what looked like a large suit of powered armor, an exoskeleton, though whether she'd heard about them or not...<br/><br/>"Interesting concept, one man in this is a walking tank.  Lacks speed and reflexes though with that model there." he said, nodding thoughtfully "Yes... our friend would<em>hate</em>that thing, wanting something smaller, faster, less overt... what do you think darling?  Qualifications aside, if you had something like that, what would you like to see in it?"