Last spark from the ashes

She'd smile at that first remark, if she could, and it might not be her usual sort of smile - but it means something to her, that Adia thinks so. Booze and buzzes are just an easier topic to move onto. She gestures toward her mouth, a mimed movement that looks suspiciously like swigging from a hipflask.

"Just need a powerpack with contacts that can fit my mouth. I don't need it, but sometimes it's nice to get kinda buzzed with some friends."

Ghost gives her a rather direct stare for a moment with his unreadable expression, before he sighs and answers Adia. "Ghosts don't have that ability, which I suspect is a very wise safety measure. I... guess you don't drink much either?"

At least they all have things to puzzle over, here. Blaze chews it over as they walk, optics sweeping over the street ahead. "Yeah. I've heard stories that go that way too. Guess I can understand if he's bound to Winter. Wrapped up in it mind and soul. Doesn't let him off the hook for his actions, either, but I guess snow doesn't have much sense of responsibility."

Hmmmm. Not an easy one for her to come to terms with, but she's working her way through it. Ghost is keeping quiet during this discussion, it must be noted - ostensibly scouting just ahead but looking back at the two of them in a way that makes it clear he's still listening.