As if that didn't make her want in even more, just to clean up... Sherri drummed her fingers against the door, nearly inaudible taps. "I hope you're wearing shoes. You haven't stepped in it, have you? Are you bleeding?" Would he notice if he was? It wasn't like Sherri knew how intoxicated he actually was, or what it was like to be that intoxicated. Rather than show her ignorance, she decided not to ask.