[ It certainly doesn't look good, judging by the way Dee's facial muscles tense when she tastes it. She also looks as if she's on her way to being drunk. Breq doeesn't drink herself, so it's not as if she can really sympathize. She does know the signs of intoxication, though.

Getting drunk while in a survival situation seems like poor decision making to Breq, but she's not ultimately responsible for Dee, so she'll leave it - at least until it becomes a problem for her. ]

A "dump" is charitable. It's completely run-down.

[ Her tone is clipped and matter-of-fact. Breq settles for putting her pack down on one of the rickety tables so she can sort through it and do a double-check on her current inventory. She's half-listening to Dee and then there's an offer and she looks up with a slow blink. Not quite surprise; more curiosity. ]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with "rap". [ She does enjoy music. Collects it, rather, or had. But she hadn't told Dee that. ]

The music player seems disposed to horrible screaming.