Her eyes widened a little and then Liz blushed sheepishly. She could almost taste the vomit from the last time she tried alcohol.

"Oh, um. No. It's okay. I'm not really legal yet." Not that there was really a law here to follow at the inn, but it was a little less embarrassing than 'I got super drunk and can't remember anything, but still regret things'. So Liz took the drink, but placed it on the coffee table instead.

"Some other people here are from a city like this too called Gotham... sounds like there's a lot of realities here."