[ She sighs a little, flicking on lightswitches as she goes and heading to the booze cabinets. There's an immense amount of liquor here, even with her having taken from it for a few years. Every cabinet is full. She goes for the martini pre-mix. ]
Everything's easier when I'm drinking. I'm a high functioning drunk, and I'm pretty sure I was meant to be this way. Let's go up to the observatory to pull your brother out, if that's okay? It's just the safest spot in the house, nothing he can grab and hurt besides my neighbor's breakfast.