Regor might feel a pair of golden eyes on him as he drains the alcohol. The Operator has figured out that the liquid is an intoxicant by now and is watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement as their foe dumps two glasses of it directly into his bloodstream.

Such a shame they don’t have a Warframe here. Even if Regor drank himself to a stupor, this pathetic little body would probably need days just to chip through his armor. Too bad. It would’ve been a fun assassination otherwise.

Still, might as well prod for potential weakness while they can. They approach carefully, feigning concern.

“Is that safe?”