The vibrant red hair half elven would slouch back in her seat as the others spoke up.  Further showing her lack of decorum and etiquette as she reached down between her thighs and scratched herself.   Satisfying a itch,  which with being in a dress is hardly the proper thing for a lady to do.<br/><br/><em>"How soon are we to depart,  today, tomorrow admiral?  Is there anyone else joining our team here for this mission?"</em><br/><br/>A slight slur is evident still with her words.   Yet she seems coherent enough.   Finished with her questions,  she reach and take another swig from her glass.  The mead is sweet and goes down smooth like sugary drink.