"It's just tequila." He does however, make sure to make direct and unblinking eye contact with the fae that had been pestering Murderbot to take that shot, as he downs that one as well. Yummy. Nobody said he couldn't be petty.

"Or a close enough approximation anyway. Might have to nip down to the market after this and pick meself up a bottle." It was distinctly stronger than what he was used to, color him impressed. He set the empty glass down again, snagging a second bag of salt off the table. Hey, a shot needed the salt, didn't it? And this was, technically, the other person's drink.

"Here." The bag was offered up to Murderbot. "I mean it, 'tis just salt. Might need it for whatever in blazes they got in that place."