The droid tilts her head up. "Bottle sealed. Explained how you acquired it."

Hera shakes her head. "That's my business."

There's a pause, and then the droid calls, "Assessment required."

The pale tentacles that had been roaming back and forth along the top of the booth instead begin to climb up along it, and reach out toward Hera and the girls. Hera closes her hands over the bottle again. "What are you doing?"

"Assessment required," the droid repeats. "Allow the product to be verified."