Sipping her wine quite happily, she worked her way into the realm of the wasted as efficiently as possible. She made a face of upset at the mention of Iris's task, her face far more expressive than it usually was. "This is no good," she said in reply, her nose wrinkled with disgust. "This building, it is making us do these things that are no good." She took a large gulp of the sweet wine and peered into her cup, wondering how it had disappeared so fast.
Leaning forward, she picked up the vodka, pouring a liberal amount of it into her glass. She swirled it about, mixing it with the wine, and took a sip. "You are liking martinis, I am liking straight vodka, it is." She paused, dredging up the words in her mind. "It is no judgment, da?" Her English would steadily deteriorate the longer she drank, but she was looking forward to that. She decided to redirect the conversation. "I am thinking," she said slowly, making sure to speak her words clearly, "that we should to look for landlord, perhaps." She took another large sip of her drink. "And tell him he is no good for letting building do as it will. Or perhaps the man who does the casting out of spirits."