Star had been drinking as well, though not quite so heavily. It was another one of the bad days, the days when she started to think that maybe she was boxed up in some SkyNet think-tank and being studied like a bug in a jar. Which of course meant that it was time to kill some braincells, make their project just a little more useless.
She had watched his progress with no small measure of amusement, shaking her head as she finished off her last beer before following, quite a bit more steadily. She'd been raised by soldiers after all, and could drink most of them under the table and still be ready for another round, a couple beers weren't going to do her any harm.
She tapped his shoulder, head tilting, expression the very picture of curious concern, after all, from what she could tell, people didn't usually stand around outside, they went places, home usually.