"A little," she answers.  Ali isn't actually of age to drink, of course, but when has that ever stopped anybody?<br/><br/>She sighs, rubbing her temples as she slumps.  "Sorry...I just never expected to run into a bunch of zombies while I was doing my laundry."  A frown crosses her face.  "Or, you know, anytime.  But especially then.  That's really all that's wrong, though."  She sits back, trying to look at Isabelle without looking down at her.  "Occasionally someone notices...you know," she rubs one of her horns, "I get some weird looks.  But people hardly ever actually give me trouble."