"Lelia," Virgil urged, "there's no rush. Let me pour you a drink, on this particular day..."
"Yes, Lelia, take your time," Klein also persuaded. He knew his sister well; once she donned a lab coat, she transformed into a workaholic.
"Alright." Since her brother had spoken, Lelia had to show respect, "Let's talk later then. However, I need to confirm the details of the surgery as soon as possible. This is an S+ level major surgery; the sooner all the details are confirmed, the better I can formulate a comprehensive surgical plan. Virgil, I need to discuss it with you later."
Having said that, she picked up a wine glass and addressed Virgil: "Pour me some liquor, please."
"Okay..."
"Not brandy. I want vodka," she glanced at a few bottles on the table, "Gin will do."
