A hiccuping sob and a sloppy sniff was a tell-tale sign that the woman was drunk. She squirmed, shifted, but never did her hug around Tavian lift. She's speaking, though her translator seemed to be malfunctioning; stuttered alien words come from her and she squeezes tighter.
Tavi wordlessly hugged her back, not entirely certain what had brought this fit on but wanting to at least try to help her through it. Lightly, he patted at her shoulder. "'S okay? I... How much did you have to drink even, Spirits... you're gonna have one hell of a hangover."















