"Because I'll have to work someday and I don't know how to do anything well..." Chana said absently, an emotion briefly flashing across her eyes. Now he would likely be able to sense it despite her face hiding so much of it, disgust. Apparently she did know how to do one thing, but she had no intention of doing it. She would never be used as someone toy again, never. She'd die first. Still the emotion passed quickly and the doll like woman approached to look at the liquid as if it puzzled her.

"Why's it that funny amber color?" She asked curiously as she sniffed it. She quickly made a face and nearly jumped back. She pawed at her nose with the back of one hand, looking rather cat like a moment. She had never encountered alcohol before, and to her it simply smelled like something that had gone horrifically bad. She mumbled the word 'sour?' to herself. Chana always preferred sweet things herself...perhaps due to her diet of mainly fruit.