Beth's just holding her drink, standing around and trying to enjoy the chaos of shouts and laughter. They succeeded, and it's nice to celebrate. It reminds her of evenings at the prison, though, when times were good. Makes her a little homesick--just a little.

But she's hardly about to close herself off out of nostalgia, and she's having an okay time on the whole. Lots of people to talk to, lots of people to watch--like the dark haired woman (maybe a Barrayaran Beth hasn't seen before, she doesn't look too far from the general appearance) who slams back a cup of the mead with the ease of her classmates at parties before the turn.

"Want mine?" She holds her cup, untouched besides a little sip to see how it compared to moonshine, out to the woman. It's offered with a little smile, a certain impressed air.