"I don't need help," she snapped, pulling away from his touch. This had been a bad idea, which was saying something considering she didn't even remember the decision to come here in the first place. It had been darker when she got here, she thought. Must have been around dawn. If he hadn't come down she probably would have sobered up and wandered off without him ever knowing she'd been there. So why had she even come? Stupid question really. She knew why she'd come, but even in her weakened state of mind she'd known it was a bad idea. He shouldn't have to see her like this. Maybe she was just trying to sabotage herself, though it's not like she could do anything worse than she already had. He'd seen her torture and kill and when he looked at her face, he saw the monster beneath the skin. And if none of that had scared him away, a demon on a bender probably wouldn't phase him.
As she tried to step away from him, her feet got tangled up in each other and she stumbled, falling back against him. She simply rested that way, unable to remember how a person actually stood upright for just a moment. She tried to remember what it was he'd asked her before trying to help her.
"They stopped serving me at the first bar after I cleaned out their top shelf," she said, struggling to remember. She didn't know when that had been exactly. "Then I went someplace else. They tossed me out this morning." She looked up at him then, a half smile on her lips. "You have the prettiest eyes, Feathers."