She was shaking and rocking back and forth slightly as she gripped herself tighter. But when she heard Merritts voice she came to look up and stare at him. Judging by his state he was drunk. And judging by her facial expression and body language, Zel was dealing with slight withdrawal. With no clean slate in her system, she was itching for that fix. Especially with everything happening.
"...Jason... has a kid... No...vials..." She said trembling as she kept her mouth buried in her folded arms as she watched him. "Emotions... I... I can't... I need a fix. Haven't....had one since this morning..." She said as she came to bury her face in her lap and grip at her hair tightly.