It's hard to not give a shit about what other people think when you were meant to be an ambassador of sorts, the delegate, the Hokage's wife. All of that sort of nonsense. But it means nothing here and, as far as she's aware and concerned, only one person here that would care about what she's doing in the first place.

She shakes her head slowly with a small bit of a smile as she follows after Bulma, hands finding their way into her pockets while she lets the other woman do whatever it is she's doing.

Oh, that's... that's a pretty large glass, isn't it? And it's being shoved at her. This is going to end poorly and she's certain of it, but she's taking it without dropping a single bit of it. "Does it?" You know what, she'll never know until she at least takes a sip of it.

It's not... bad. Not her usual kind of drink, but it's not offending her senses. "It's better than I thought it would be."