[Allen will be able to take her glass with little complaint— well, there may be a small complaint of the soft whine and mumbled 'no, wait' variety— though she does continue to sway softly even with both hands free to clutch at... whatever is near enough to clutch.
Blinking blearily at him, stuck in what feels like permanent drowsiness.]
...Allen. [She takes a breath through her nose and tries to straighten.] What time's'it?
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