She failed a hand in a way that was supposed to be apologetic and still didn't manage to look up to meet his eyes,making an awkward sort of movement toward the door without looking up. "No, I... my fault. I drink and then whatever I'm thinking just sort of pours out apparently," even if that wasn't a problem she usually had. "Even if it's entirely inappropriate and now I can't seem to stop talking. And then ... right, not your fault."