“Whoah there.” Elisa cut Graff off. “You, my friend, are not in a condition to fix anything right now.” It was a fiar statement, given the way he was tottering. “Truth being told, I’m not sure how well I’m doing either. I think that our little drinkies session has gone right to both of our heads.” She added as she stood, not exactly doing the best herself. Maybe it was exhaustion from the day catching up with her, but she was definitely more drunk the she thought she’d be.<br/><br/>“Tell you what.” She continued. “We get you back to your room, and then you sleep this off. Then we fix my ‘Mech up first thing in the morning.” Elisa draped one arm over her shoulder, half-leading, half-dragging her compatriot back to the sleeping quarters. “Let’s get you all nice and rested up, then we can get on with the heavy labour.”<br/>