[She took another sip, finishing the tiny cup off and setting it down on the bar. It wasn't like he was wrong. And, in fact, she could feel the temptation to linger her despite feeling like her own subconscious was getting on her case with this place. But Logan was right.]

You are, of course, right. Drinks are for the after-battle celebration, are they not? When you are free and safe.

[She stepped forward, looking around with two of her eyes looking one direction and her third looking the other, her lips thinning in a line. At least there wasn't another blasted riddle. That had been annoying, and nothing was making her feel fuzzy or light-headed.]

Besides, drinks aren't the same without Sharona around to share them with sadly. We shouldn't linger. This place might try to keep us here after all. I am sure I can find a bar when I wake up.