Ava herself passes on any drink, has had quite enough hanging out inside one to find it appealing. She's not much of a drinker anyway, though she does watch slightly intently as Dex drowns his.

Then clears her throat, following his gaze to the exit indicated. "Well." What do you say after all that? She swings her legs over the counter, then hops down. "Could've been worse. I knew a woman that was shrunk down so small she was trapped for decades."