So this is where a lifetime of kindof going with the flow had gotten Jinto: paying a stranger to get out of the way of the vending machine. Great job. Way to stick up for yourself.

He fished around in his pocket and dropped two credit markers in her palm.

"The one at the top's usually the best. Don't drink the one at the bottom. It's for species with very different metabolisms."

As in it was so sweet you could feel your teeth rotting and burned your palate like you'd just swallowed a ball of wasabi.