Sitting up, a nodding as a glance is given over to the servitor.  Then reaching out to  take the offered hand and stands.   A moment of wobbling.   Not from the drink, yes she still had a buzz.   No because her dam legs felt like rubber right now.  Another simple nod is given to the offer of escort to her quarters.    As the servitor has moved into action and approached the table to clean up.<br/><br/><em>"Thanks,  well then lets go."</em>With you having gotten her leather outfit,  she begin to lead the way to her quarters aboard the cruiser.    With no inhibition towards her own nudity.   Just didn't see the point in getting dressed again.  When in moments she be sprawled on her bunk.  Either engaging in a second go around with Bendial or passed out asleep.   It just seem a waste of time to get dress.<br/><br/>Despite her quarters being on the same level.  The sheer size of this gothic monolith, it is still a good distance to walk through the cooridors.    They have to pass through a couple of hatches along with a intersection.   Where she make a left to head down the hallway leading to her quarters.      The first part she really lean on you for support.  However, with each successive step,  she would get her legs fully back in her control.   The feeling of  being rubbery would finally subside.