The wine was poured out once the glasses were set down. Misha held one out for Cross first, since it was his wine, after all. She simply set the bottle down on the counter for now, figuring to properly put it all away later... or leave it out for anyone wishing for seconds.

"Now, now, Claudia," Misha said with a teasing finger waggle, "the PC term is foreigner. We're all strange people in a strange land here in Exsilium." It was the best response she could give to the information. Not entirely new, no, but it still sucked to hear about and there wasn't much she could do with it in her immediate future.