She shot him a deadpan expression. "I've had too much adventure, if you ask me," she said, scrubbing a hand over her face. The flask was just a crutch; a go-to whenever things on the case became either too gruesome, or if the copper'd brought too much of its perils home with her at night. It was enough to keep the average person awake for hours, unable to sleep; Louise remembered it well.

In an effort to try and place some humanity back into the sterile environment, she managed a weary smile and folded her hands into her lap. "So, if that's your 'uniform', where is it, exactly, that you work? Or, erm...worked, if that's the correct vernacular now we're here," she backpedaled, her eyes shiftily unsure all of a sudden. "Anyway, I'm Louise. Louise Greenlee," she continued, waving a subtle, yet friendly hand as she spoke.