[Wait. Is that. She recognizes the voice. This is cause for celebration! The floor is still moving a little, and speech is difficult. BUT SHE KNOWS THAT VOICE]

ZACK.

[Well, that was a little more enthusiastic than she intended.]

[...]

Swords. [This word makes sense. BUT. Now there is confusion.] Hot. Chicks. [There is some confusion there! Which is best cleared up by more alcohol. Glug.]

[...]

I have a sword.

[...]

[She's looking at her armor. Buckles are suddenly confusing. And shiny!] Oh, yes. I have armor. It buckles.

Mist. And a Door.

[...]

[Helen said something. What was it. Something about his arms? Or was that the other one? Oh. wait.]

Your ass. 'sposed to be nice, but I forgot to look. Abyssals in the patrol and I forgot to...

[...]

You're drunk.