Who needs that much alcohol?! Yes, Silvia hadn't any experience with the substance to know why one would want to indulge in it.

"They should both be fairly easy to spot." Yet she made no motion to move, as if her legs were now formed of lead. The open air would be beneficial if only she could get there.

"... That doesn't exactly.... " sound good. Realizing she had forgotten the very thing she had been mad at him for not saying earlier, she finally looked back his way and rambled out some form of an apology," Look- I.... I'm sorry for what happened before. You know... with all the... accusations and all.. and it was a pretty serious one.. and.. I'm sorry." Can she please pet your floofy looking pony or does it not like strangers?