Lucy had drank alcohol before. They had plenty of cocktails and wines and whatnots down in the vaults.

But they weren’t exactly... strong. Certainly not as strong as this. To survive this wasteland, most people needed a strong drink. So, of course alcohol was easily perfected.

“I ne’er...,” she stumbled, promptly forgetting what she was saying. She straightened upright. “I wanna, uh dog. Dog lives out here? I wanna dog....”