Carol's pretty sure that it will, at some point. She's feeling it more already than she ever does for any comparable portion of Earth alcohol. As for Earth alcohol, it can have an effect on her, but she really does have to drink a lot of it.

She takes another sip and gives him a grin. "It'd be pretty cold of me to talk up my ship and not show her off. You want to see the living spaces first or the engines?" Regardless of what he picks, she's saving the cockpit for the last stop. Maybe it'd be smoother to pick her quarters, but she's thinking like a pilot right now.