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"What do you mean by that? I think I'm adjusting rather well to being out and about. I just know what people do. I know they all have something terrible deep inside. Just different kinds of terrible." She took another swig, 1/4th of her drink left.

Giggling at his response, and rolling her eyes, she pushed her drink forward. "Hm, I'd much rather take that bath." Looking up at him, she gave a playful smile. Finishing the last of her drink, she let out a breath and pursed her lips. "Lets go get ourselves killed, shall we?" Winifred stood slowly, the alcohol taking her over for sure. Playfully laughing to no one in particular, she slowly pushed in her chair. "Artem, dear, I think I'm going to need to ride the horse back if he can handle such a task." Her words came out slow- focusing on every syllable.