She could barely hear what Sirius was saying, but she frowned from the parts she could catch. It didn't sound like a typical night of hard drinking, but it sounded as if Sirius really couldn't remember a thing. That seemed strange enough. You usually remembered bits and pieces, at least something before a full on blackout.
She glanced at James, surprised that he had such a rational idea. "I think that's a good plan," she said, looking over at Sirius. "Are you alright to walk Sirius? We can help you down there if you'd like."