The glass shook in her hand as she drank slowly of the contents, sputtering with the first taste of it and wanting to pitch the glass away from her. She set the thing down drained of contents despite. But it didn't fortify her. It made her feel fuzzy in the head within moments and she was already there. Their voices were muffled now and she stared off, not wanting to look at either man who had seen her at her worst moments. She was quiet now and wanting to crawl under the table.