Her complexion had improved significantly, her energy restored. She twisted the cap off the bottle with her bare hands, the scent of alcohol wafting through the air.
"Hey, where the hell did you get that?" Arataki shot up from his seat, pointing at the vodka.
Rin leaned back lazily. "One of the rooms. Your mansion is a maze, by the way—I got lost and just happened to find it."
Arataki's eye twitched. "That's not how that works."
"You're still recovering. You shouldn't be drinking—" Haruto started, but Rin cut him off with a scoff.
"Of course not! I'm not some barbarian."
She reached into her jacket, pulling out an assortment of bottles and cans—orange juice, soda, and who knows what else—stacking them on the table.
"I came prepared."
She turned to Arataki with a smirk. "Got any glasses?"