<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room drinking</strong></div><br/>She had planned on interrogating the captive that night, but the strain on her frazzled nerves had her thinking twice.  She always went into an interrogation calmly without emotion, it was so that her hands where steady when she had to do anything exact, and it also proved to make her more intimidating.  And since it was already so late she decided that maybe she should just use the night for a little rest.  So taking the bottle of rum to her quarters she poured herself a shot.  Four shots later, she was just a little tipsy.<br/><br/>She should have stopped there but than she remembered that there was recordings of her fucking Hyral all over the place and she kept on drinking.  She should have thought that she was drunk the moment she called up the Admiral through her Commlink, but that knowledge escaped her mind.<br/><br/>"Ad...Admiral Kol...I I want to talk to you now. I...I want to tell you exactly what I think about you!"  Her words where just a bit slurred but she had this overwhelming need to talk to him.