Ah. A little past coherent drunk then? Or actually crazy. Well, that was something, wasn't it? "Just trying to get my bearings," she said with a shrug. "Places to hang, places to dodge, who the cool people are. Shit like that," she continued.
"But good to meet you, Marco," she added with a little smile before she moved toward one of the pool tables, pulling herself up to perch on it. It was still within conversational distance, but it was something else to do. Fishing one of the balls out of the pocket, she rolled it between her palms. "If you want me to leave you to your drinking, I'll bail. But if you want to yap, I'm pretty good at translating drunk. Not sure about crazy, but hey, how different can it be, amirite?" She paused. "Are you actually crazy? Like they swiped you out of an asylum or ... whatever the PC term is for mental hospitals?" Well, maybe mental hospital was the PC term. Who knew.