After what happened just a few days prior to Jim's arrival, Samus had little reason to take her suit off as she made her usual rounds around the Hold and the housing units. Her heavy boots made swift and purposeful strides, eyes sharp and vigilant for anything (or anyone) new or out of place. A zombie infestation would put anyone on edge, and would definitely warrant a drink.

If it wasn't the Jim's armor then it was his mention of alcohol that pinged her interest.

"There's a list." In her time, Samus found other individuals clad in hulking suits of armor were a bit of a rarity and subsequently stuck out like big, shiny, metal thumbs here. She knew this personally with her bright orange armor with a bright green visor that masked her face and muffled her voice to questionable androgyny... never mind the cannon replacing her left arm.

"Somewhere on the network in the tablet, there's a list of taverns."

Not necessarily a good list in her opinion, but a list none-the-less.