Freya didn't really know how to react. She knew she had a reputation of course. She wasn't ashamed of it either, because despite people calling her names, in the end they voted for her. Being 'the Witch' was necessary, the movement needed someone like her for sake of discipline and organization. The Bundschuh Partei was full of people who would either act impulsively without thinking or people who talk fancy, but are way too passive. Freya was the drill sergeant they needed. At least that's what she liked to believe anyway.
Still despite that belief, she never met anyone who would mention her nickname and her infamy right in front of her like that. And then even question that reputation? Based on the ability to drink lots of alcoholic beverages? This Lizzie was really something else.
"Perhaps, you should stop asking my pilots for drinks, McLowell." She points at the Gaian silverhair behind the bar. "Ask Dutch, he runs this place, or that.. ape... over there. The Ambassador. Dutch's pet-bartender." Freya's dislike of the animal was obvious. It never hurt anyone or broke anything though and it could actually serve drinks pretty well so she had no excuse to get rid of it. "Don't get yourself drunk though. And don't attempt to get me drinking either. This is not a sorority although you are not the only one around here who seems to occasionally think so. Guess that's no surprise with so many people around our age around."
After Dutch served Lizzie's drink Freya watches the beer getting poured into the odd girl. "You are quite impulsive aren't you?" She chuckles. "Don't worry though, you'll have to follow some classes in basic spaceborne combat and stuff like that. You'll also get some classes throughout the year. Rheinlandic history, occasional extra military training, et cetera. Despite all that though, it can't be prevented that you'll get dirty. But you'll get used to that."