Faolan, you're awful at your job, and we all love you for it.

Do not judge the flask- you'd drink as heavily as she did if you had her life.

"Yeah, I should be." She'd just drink and pass-out like she often had to do, nights like this. "I'll probably take a long soak in the tub, cool down after everything." Ruminate on it, was more like it. "You don't need to worry." Nancy offers what she hopes is an encouraging smile.