It wasn't often that Tori was rendered speechless. It wasn't often, either, that somebody just got up and left her. Normally they tried to freeze her out. Or she got up and followed them when they tried to brush her off. But this was James' home, and he was a superior. She did have respect for those outranking her and for adults in general, small as it may have been. What was she supposed to do now? That she might habe done or said something, however, fortunately didn't occur. The shots had done a good job of smoothing over the part of her brain that worried about how people saw her. It was easier when she was drinking to believe that it was possible that she was universally loved. Four times out of five she was a happy drunk.
Watching him go, she stayed silent, still sipping at her mug, polishing it off. At least he was polite enough to say "good night." That was better than she got from people she knew even better than him sometimes. She smiled as he disappeared into his room, still eerily quiet. Booze tended to tone her down, turn her into more of a real person and less of a caricature. She liked that person. Maybe too much, maybe not enough. She sure didn't stick around when she was sober. After a few moments, though, she got up and started tidying up a little, not wanting him to have to deal with a mess in the morning. She set the mugs in the sink with water in them after emptying them out and put the bottles in a neat row out of the way on the counter. The cookies she tossed in the garbage; they really were awful.
Satisfied with her cleaning, however crude, she walked back out to the living room and made sure the lock was in the right position so that he'd be safe and sound once the door closed behind her. Alone, she whipped his shirt off and draped it neatly over the back of the chair she'd been sitting in. She lifted her arms, cracked her back, and made her way to the door. Once it was open she activated her armor, wedging herself in the door so it wouldn't shut and leave her in a jam inside. "Sweet dreams! It's locked!" And she was off, knowing it'd be slow going but not minding. She needed training at enduring extended stays and mundane tasks in her armor anyhow.