"I'm still not sure - most of the rest of that night is a bit of a blur." She has a vague recollection of Fitz holding the empty bottle aloft, but she wouldn't swear to it.

Standing proves uneventful, other than a couple moments of feeling the world spin unreasonably.

"I should clean up, and..." She trails off, baffled, when she puts her hand to her neck and finds blood, but not wounds. Err?