Raissa accepted the glass, letting the aroma fill her nose before taking a steady drink. Bourbon, she should have guessed. Honestly she preferred vodka but a drink was a drink. The alcohol burned her already dry throat but she swallowed every drop and held it out in hopes that he would fill it again. "May I?"
She rounded her shoulders, her body much more sore than she thought. "I think you seriously overestimated me. I'm not my father, and I'm definitely not you. I'm smart but you seem to think I'm going to usher in some new era with science. I've already started a war, I think that enough for one life."