"You realize, given our track record, this will likely kill you." It is late, she is weary, and she's tipped the ratio of tea to brandy more heavily in favor of brandy the longer they've sat to look over the notes for this final thing. This last attempt before...what? She gave Nate leave to kill justice? Before she took Asher's advice and took a knife to Anders in his sleep? Adelaide sighs and sips deeply, topping her cup with tea. Then brandy. Then a touch more tea to feel a little less like a lush. "Or me. I have ten sovereigns on this killing me."