Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Rory turned her own head and blinked as she came face to face with a dog. Last she'd checked, dogs didn't talk... and she was fairly certain she wasn't still drunk. It was only when she made her eyes focus and shift that she caught sight of the blonde right next to it. Logic told her that she was likely the one who actually spoke and, upon replaying the words in her head, confirmed the thought simply because she looked a lot like Rory's reflection had earlier.
"Trust me," Rory sighed, letting her head fall back against the edge of her seat, "the last thing you want to compare yourself to is me." She gave her a small smile, though, reaching out to pick up the little bottle she'd pulled out of her bag earlier. She had more at home, she figured... there would be no reason she couldn't at least make herself feel a little better by helping someone else out.
"Dealing with a hangover, too? Here. My old boss created the best working hangover cure I've ever experienced. Pour it in your water and drink it after you've eaten." That was the only downside to it... you had to eat before you ever took it.