She shrugged. "I had other things on my mind besides reporting sexual harassment: besides how was I to know anyone would actually care. I also think he was drunk on hr'ret* I could've smelled it on him even if I was suffering from the flu."
Sonya suddenly got the mental image of that and grimaced. "That's just nasty."
Veal was good though.
*hr'ret: an alchoholic drink favored by the nomads. Properly aged and distilled, even watered down would send a human seeing spots.