Peering up at Trev owlishly, Gretch shrugged. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, pushing away from the window and holding her arms out to her sides. "Got all my limbs, don't I?" She hooked her foot around the leg of a nearby armchair and tugged it close to the window before dropping back into it. "Plus walking would've taken way too long. I didn't interrupt you in anything, did I?"