Alysia returned to her position leaning against the wall once she had delivered the drinks to everyone else.  She had only recently started to drink, and never much.  Clyde's fault probably, but at the very least it would hopefully make her look more mature.  She took a swig, hiding her dislike of the taste but thankful it was cool.  She was an immense lightweight, and felt her focus drifting before she'd even finished the first bottle.<br/><br/>"Expertise?  What expertise do you have on the Storm?"  She asked.<br/><br/>She frowned as he approached, trying to sort out the meaning of his words.  "What are you risking?  What can you tell us?  Protect me?  From what?  We can protect you."  She answered.  She leaned over to put the empty bottle on the floor and finally offered her hand in response to his.  Her handshake wasn't particularly vigorous or strong, and her hand was a bit warm and sweaty.<br/><br/>"Sure, just don't leave anything out."  She was starting to regret the alcohol, she couldn't help but feel that there was something she was missing in it all.  She glanced at Esther, curious if the other woman had any thoughts that might be conveyed with a gesture or glance.