Tarin blinked, smiling happily at Schrodinger. "Oh....so glad to see you..." She leaned on him heavily, hoping they'd be able to make it to her room before Gar decided to see where his crew was. "The good stuff....costs more....you know that..." She covered her mouth with the back of her hand before she muffled a giggle. When not stupid drunk Tarin was usually pretty helpful. She had been taught by Schrodinger how to help with repairs, and she was a decent shot with a plasma rifle. So she could do basic stuff. And she knew how to load and unload cargo as needed, and when they needed a female body guard she usually was the one who did the job. So it wasn't as if she hadn't earned her right to get drunk right?<br/>She scoffed at him, "Pssshhh a dust mote could....settle on his nose and he'd lose his temper..." She chuckled again, barely containing her laughter at the image that had popped up in her mind. Her ankles wobbled a little, but Schrodinger's' hold on her kept her steady. At least steady enough that they had made it to her room and subsequently her bed without stumbling or falling again. She sighed. Thank the stars for that. "Sleep....sounds good...." she mumbled, collapsing to the bed. "Thank you, Schrodinger......I'll bake you something yummy tomorrow....if Captain.... refilled the pantry.." She didn't last long, sleep overcame her senses and soon she was passed out, sprawled across the bed haphazardly.