By the time he returns, she's finished her drink: it's only polite, and if one were to be brutally honest she'd really rather a good strong vodka anyway. But Balfont drinks wine, so sparkling white it is.

She takes the glass from him with a smile, and sips. It's actually not bad; not bad at all. "Bottoms up," she says with a smile, and raises her glass.

(Of course, the other benefit of a clear drink is that it's slightly harder to tamper with. Not that it's her first consideration here, but it will always be a consideration.)