[It's not enough to be conclusive - people lie, after all, though those with something to hide tend to be more squeamish in her presence. Of course, she's at a bar in a bathing suit and missing her uniform, her mask, her shields. Rahu isn't distinctly a soldier or a Sinner, not here. He could be ignorant for any number of reasons.]

For some time? [It sounds like it amuses her. Rahu almost sneers.] It'll affect me until I die.

[From the tone of her voice, this, too, is something about which she feels no fear. She's accepted its inevitability, at the very least.]

It affects the mind and the body. Maybe you can soothe both. But I'm not asking for it. Why don't you sit down and focus on your drink? [She taps her glass with her index and middle fingers.]