Normally when offered the choice of picking her drink, Phi would easily reach for the most pricey and alcoholic one that she felt she could manage. She knows her liquor well enough that she knows what she can tolerate, but with everything that's happened lately, she's not so sure that she wants to end up roaring drunk right at this moment.

Her choice is much tamer than Sigma might have expected: Just a fruity cocktail drink that looks like it might significantly buzz a girl her size, but looks can be deceiving. She slides her choice over to him, one finger pinning down the drink on the menu.

"You realize I'm pretty close to twenty-one by this point anyway, don't you?" Not that numbers really matter right now, but the banter feels more natural right now than being pulled into a dive like this by her straight-laced father friend. She doesn't let the concern show on her face--at least not as much as it did outside, but that doesn't mean it's not there.

"Are you going to tell me what's gotten into you?" Does it have something to do with your arrest? she wants to ask, but that feels a little too straightforward to voice, even back here with the din of the speakeasy surrounding them.