When it comes to getting utterly sloshed, Goa is an efficient machine. He's been down in the Tina some few breems now, ever since he got back inside from his cycle's patrol. Typically he'd have face planted into recharge at this point, but apparently he has some reason to be highfiving one of his grease pit coworkers and choking down another shot of-- "... what passes for drink up 'ere," Goa laughs aloud, nearly doubling over his drink. "I'm just kiddin', it's better. Y'see 'ere I'm actually burning out my tanks 'stead of just rusting 'em." A thumbs up to the unmoved bartender. Well, if he's ever moved.