His response hints towards something heavier, darker than Derrica had intended. She watches his face for a moment before hooking the handle of his cup and pouring a generous amount of whatever it is in that bottle into his cup. It smells nice. Sweet. Derrica clearly plans to swing from the bottle herself, as there's no extra cup in sight.

"Do you play in pairs?"

A little easier than asking for a follow up on his opinions about distractions.