[There's a quote he ran across during his time in Eudio - something about how sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. That adage springs to mind now, as he watches the room apparently react to their very presence, repairing itself, if only somewhat, before their very eyes.]

It does seem like a good omen, doesn't it? [A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he looks around, watching the atrium revive and renew itself.] If just being here is enough to cause a change like this, then... [Then perhaps restoring their worlds won't be as nigh impossible as anticipated.

But the appearance of the alcohol neatly distracts him from voicing that thought; instead, he leans down to investigate the drinks on offer. The scent coming of it is enough to have him straightening back up and pushing the glass away - even as Rose drinks one of the others. At first, he thinks she might have gotten lucky, and it's actually decent... and then she pulls that face.]

No good? [He asks sympathetically, even as he slips behind the bar.] Well then, let's see if we can't find you a decent drink after all. [So saying, he examines the stock behind the bar to see what he has to work with.]