"You know...you're right, I am a little tired."  Graff says as Elisa still retains her wits and realizes neither of them should be doing any heavy lifting at this moment.  He graciously accepts her off of support and is lead towards his quarters.  Whether it was an accident or help from his lowered inhibitions it doesn't matter but Graff's hand definitely falls down and rests onto one of Elisa's perky breasts.  His head rests and nuzzles into her shoulder as they work their way through the corridors.<br/><br/>"You know, thish unit doesh have one shing going for it...it hash some beauuuu-ti-ful women in it."  Woohoo drunken ramblings ala Graf, his voice seems to draw out some syllabubs more than others as his voice uses it's full symphonic range.  "Like Raaaaaannnnnnaaa, and Lily, and those Kuritian girls, and of coursh you Elisha...and you shmell good too."  Ok now we know it's the alcohol talking, it's a very rare individual who enjoys the smell of someone locked in the cockpit of a heat heavy mech all day, then works on repairing another mech.  It tends to produce a mixture of sweat, oil, and today possibly frustration as well, when sober Graff is not one of those people.  When drunk, on one beer I might add, though all bets are off and right now he thinks Elisa smells wonderful.