"It's Klingon... it's space coffee. Pretty potent stuff." She checks herself. Would the Devil even know what a Klingon was? "It's been known to keep people going for days, especially if you're not used to it." Cradling the mug in her hands, thinking back to her time on Voyager and how the crew used to swear by it.

"A hotel? That sounds pretty practical - especially with all us Otherworlders passing through. You and your daughter big on the hospitality business then?"