Charlie wasn't necessarily a fan of things like celebrations, especially not ones in military camps. After having been the militia's prisoner during some of their celebrations she's more than a little wary of any of the ones here. But drinking, she can do in moderation. She's gathered with a small group of others, and freely takes a long drink from what's offered to her. It burns like hell going down, and once it hits her stomach she swears she can feel it quake and give a shaking lurch that makes her cough and shiver from head to toe.

Her ears just barely pick up the fact that someone's speaking to her, and she glances over at him with an element of surprise. Generally her permanent resting bitch face kept people from talking to her. But then again, her drinking probably makes her look relaxed.

"I'm thinking it's too deceptive for it's own good. We all might want to avoid it entirely." Unless they want to be hungover in the morning, but maybe that isn't such a bad idea at this point.