"I'm rude?!" Helmine barks back incredulously, glaring at Cosmo even as he lowers his hooves back to the floor. She lifts her hand as if she might go in for another jab, but instead pointedly adjusts the glove over her prosthetic and folds her arms. She sits back in her seat. If he wants to call her on not drinking, he can just try it.

"...And nothing's going on with me. Seems like a you problem," she adds flatly after settling in, "You must be awfully delicate."