Oh, like her reasons aren't legit. Whatever. She rolls her eyes and takes another swig from her bottle, then almost chokes on it when the flavor changes mid-drink.

"Holy-" She pulls it away, staring at it, then looks back at him. "Holy shit."

Well. That was... nice of him. A material alchemist probably could have pulled it off just as easily, but that's not her line of work, and of course he did it without contact, which is pretty impressive. Or would be if he weren't literally Satan.

"Uh, thanks." She takes another drink. "Much improved."