Which was very nice of him, considering Karla hadn't bothered to vanish any of her hangover remedies. Between Warren's Healing factor and her natural resistance to alcohol, she hadn't exactly expected to need it.

Stupid, tasty alien drinks.

"I don't know what that is and I don't care," she decided. "I'll take it." If she was really, really lucky, maybe it would just kill her dead. That'd be nice. "Protip. Never get into a body-shot contest in an alien bar. Even if you win, you lose."

See example Karla.