"You read my mind," Klaus confirmed with a slightly wider smile. The notion did appeal, and if there was anyone on this space station he would not mind getting drunk with, it was Nuada. Nuada could handle him, and vice versa, and they seemed to be of a like mind on enough subjects.

"We'll have to work on it to be able to get enough of any drinkable alcohol, however, I'm afraid," he went on, eyebrows raising pointedly. But it would be smart to make certain of that particular weakness.