"I feel like that largely depends on the quality of the leather, doesn't it?" Her head tips, cant of it small and precise. Everything about her moves in small increments here. "And possibly on how much eyeliner you're wearing."

Her hand rises at the command - quick and, for once obedient - snagging the offered glass between her fingers delicately on its way upward. "Technically," she adds, over the rim. "It's camping school. So we're all people who camp now."