Rey leaves, giving the bird and drinking his brandy.
Subject 0018 (futuristic/sci-fi/kinda fantasy-ish) - ONE PERSON NEEDED
"Is that alcohol?" Cressida asks. "Can I have some?"
“Okay? What kind?”
Cressida smiles. "I don't mind. To be honest I was partially wanting to see if you would give me, a 16-year-old, alcohol."