Yeah same... I don't want the world to see my weakness.

There... is enough weakness. [She exhales a huff and begins to refill her glass. It won't get her drunk but there is something therapeutic about drinking. It made her feel normal.]

It does nothing.

I have- very tiny robots in my body that act as white blood cells. I'm not going to bored you with it but it prevents me from getting drunk.

[It's a long story and probably too technical for Llewellyn.]

Well, if you wanna get drunk. We can drink. I'll remind you of the time you lost and make sure you make it back to bed... your bed.