To be fair, he's used to murderous monsters. Some more than others, and some places more safe, but given the state of the world a few months before he left it... it could give Trench a run for its money. But he pushes thoughts of monsters aside.

Nara'a watches and listens as the water on Dabi becomes steam. He doesn't have fine control over aether at all - he can't really shape it without a focus, and even then it's more like an explosion than something he can control. Still, at least Dabi's drying off. His boots squelch against the ground as they walk, and he nods. "I'm not - I've gotten out of the habit of hanging around in bars and taverns... I really should get back to it." Surely there's things that come in sealed bottles, and at least some of the things aren't going to be heavily alcoholic.