Terezi knows a topic change when she hears one. She's not all that interested in grilling the woman for her opinions, so she lets it happen.

"That's not the kind of work hazard I've ever run into." Work hazards back home were more actual hazards than... fruity mixed drinks, for one. Still, Terezi leans closer to sniff at the drink.

"What's in it, anyway? And if it's such a hazard, why do you drink it? Can't you just say no?"