[[She pushes his hair out of his face to see if he has a head wound or something like it. No? Just drunk, God he's drunk. She can smell it all over his breath, but she's not about to give him the "YOUR LIVER WILL BE PICKLED IF YOU KEEP THIS UP" speech.

She moves his arm around carefully, feeling the cast.]]

You're currently in the garage at the Birthday residence, sir. You're too drunk to really stand. If you feel like vomiting, please let me know.

[[To emphasize this point, she grabs an overturned bucket and places it in between his legs.]]