Shepard raised a brow. Looking him over and whistled long low and slow. "I'm alright-ish. As alright as a drunk can be." She took the bottle without being asked twice, and twisted the cap off, before offering it back. "You look like hell, what did I miss?"
She leaned back against the table, recrossed her ankles and snagged that sprinkle doughnut because good deed done. Not that she was counting. And not that it was much of a deed. But well she wanted that damned doughnut.