So apparently the guy was only talking about drugs and alcohol, and Martha was slightly relieved by this, though there seemed to be something more to what he was saying than the usual stoner type of talk. Slightly more coherent, anyway. "I...don't smoke up, thanks," she said, trying to be as polite as possible about it. "Doesn't really go over well professionally. But I don't mind a drink," provided it was poured by a professional bartender and she could watch it being made.

"Aqua vitae like aquavit?" Martha continued, after a moment of consideration. "I had that in Iceland once." With some skalds, which was way too long a story to get into with someone she'd just met.