Share the bottle with Hylo Visz

The Outlander took the bottle from her. "You know, the only thing that could make this brandy better, is the right company to drink it with. Are you free?"

Hylo raised a delicate eyebrow, then nodded. "I can be. Meet me in my office, I'll be with you in two shakes of a nerf's neckflaps." She pointed to the door next to the large terminal, and as he headed for it, he heard her calling Vette to come down and take charge for a while.

Her office was compact, with a sturdy durasteel desk, a nicely upholstered swivel chair, a futon along a wall, and numerous file cabinets and databanks. On the walls were pictures of various ships, charts, cargo manifestos, and graphs displaying comparative prices. On the desk there was an empty kaf mug, with a pot keeping warm on a hot plate on a smaller secondary table with some other mugs. There didn't seem to be any other drinking vessels handy.

He was still looking when Hylo came in, taking off her pistol belt and black, fur-collared flight vest and hanging them on a hook, then pulling off her gloves. The Outlander did likewise, removing his gauntlets. Hylo looked very good indeed in her white shirt and blue trousers, her physique trim but shapely. He opened the bottle, and Hylo extended the coffee mug that was, judging by the lipstick smudge, her favored cup. He poured in a good measure of the amber liquor, and took another mug to pour himself the same. "K'oyachi!" he said, using the Mandalorian manner. While used as 'cheers', it was literally a command - 'stay alive'. "Fly safe," she responded in spacer fashion. Both sipped deeply.

The Outlander wasn't an expert on high-grade distilled beverages, but the sweetness of the Jorgan fruit was complemented by an almost caramel flavor and a nutty aftertaste, probably from the wooden casks it was aged in. It was one of the finest things he'd ever drank. Judging by the look on Hylo's face, she was feeling the same.

"Well, sure beats swilling down engine degreaser, I'll say that," she said, referring to the harsh distilled liquor almost every spaceport sold to pilots under the table. It was hard to tell with her green skin, but it looked like she might be blushing.