It's a strange design to the bottle but beer is beer and Josh doesn't even say no to terrible beer he gets from shady tiny green aliens. No way he's turning down booze Solo offers him. It's not bad either, which Josh enunciates with a pleased hum and pulling the bottle away from his face to study it.

"This is pretty good." Once Joshua remembers to use his words properly.

Fuel line work. Josh nods along, expression blank because he hasn't the faintest idea of what that entails. One hand slips into his pocket to pull out his phone. The internet must know what that is, even if the details are different on a swoop bike than they are on a motorcycle or whatever the equivalent is. He taps with his hand holding the phone, while the other clutches at the beer.

"Please tell me we're not sucking fuel out of the lines."