It's such a small thing, and such an unnecessary kindness. Rosita hasn't balked about refusing alcohol and if push came to shove she would flat tell people it wasn't their business - people can just choose not to drink - but it's so pervasive in this city that it always catches her an odd look anyway.

She is uninterested in odd looks, thank you very much, or being drugged without knowing it, so she smiles.

"And when I'm a SIN guard, I won't arrest you."