Fred had just gotten up to get a tiny drink and go to the bathroom; that was all she had planned on doing, but that went right out of her head as she bumped into a plate of plexiglass. That wasn't right. She looked around and saw her - the boozy mean lady.
"Great. I'm havin' a nightmare, and I can't even get good ones? Gotta have some bitch in here with me?" One day, she might actually realize that saying what she thought out loud could get her in trouble; then again, it always seemed to work for Cordy.