Terrence's presence shakes her from her reverie and she looks over at him before gesturing to her ears.

"Comes with the territory. Always been pretty good at holdin' my liquor," she says and looks back at the bartender, who is currently engrossed in making her three (3) Wizard Bombs. "Not sayin' I can't get drunk, but it takes a bit more than average for me to get there."

She sighs now, and runs a hand through her hair. "Tonight I'd like to get there sooner 'stead of later. Shit is too much to process sober."