Wittner had managed to ignore the clanging in the ship, thanks to the clanging in his skull. Mixing barbituates with liquor was never a particularly good idea. As he at last zipped up his rhino hide flight suit, the ceramic plates woven in making him feel slightly claustrophobic, he muttered to an audience of zero, "I'm... going to suit up now..." Nielson chimed in response, "Honorable operator! We have TEA!"<br/><br/>Despite the fact he parsed together only two out of five words in a sentence, he managed to attach the word TEA to the visual, the cup steaming merrily in the grip of his little clockwork. He up ended the scalding beverage, hardly taking notice of the heat as it burned down his gullet. He coughed slightly at the door creaking open, and the voice of their latest visitor, "Hello? Hallooooo?" He responded, taking a lurching step towards the air ship, still holstering his weaponry. The floor board creaked underneath his weight as he cast a bleary gaze at the intruder. If she were inclined to ask, he could tell her all about flight. Or at least a variety of it...<br/><br/>He had sailed the Cerulean Skies when he was five, though the proper term was "Gliding". He liked to think of it as falling particularly slowly. He felt the nausea of his drug regimen subsiding ever so slightly as he nudged his tick-tock machine with his boot, "Oi... is that another set of twins?" Again, Squirrel lifted his hand to observe that yes, he was still seeing double. It was a damn shame, as twins were on his bucket list.<br/><br/>He shook his head to clear it a bit before taking a shaky step towards the doorway. Leaning against the door, he eyed Topaz curiously, feeling decidedly better than he had two minutes prior. He felt almost randy,  "Hallo! You... Look I'm pretty soused, so my best lines are a bit foggy. Long and short of it, I'm gonna look at your chest for a minute or two and hope the room stops spinning, right? You came here for... what exactly?"<br/><br/>Squirrel was distracted by a familiar voice and equally familiar cleavage as Clarice descended from the kitchen. He looked at her hand as she stretched it out past his face towards the new arrival, then decided he prefered to rest his eyes on her cleavage, "Hallo, Clarice! Thanks for the tea, luv. I... I'm sorry, did I get MY share of public humiliation yet? I'm ripe for a bit of it, if you've got it in you! ... or want it in you?"