"are...are you not thirsty? cause I'll take this if you don't want it."

Well, she was pretty thirsty. With one eye trained on her, Effie chugged down the drink and swallowed it in one gulp with liquid splashing down her chin. She wiped it hastily before it could stain her precious armor in which she felt no hidden desire to clean. The woman seemed innocent enough; maybe she could just slack of this once. But the sober part of her said "no", demanding her to pay attention to her surroundings. She was in a bad spot, this Effie knew, and so she decided sleep would be the best to cure it.

"I'm gunna g'to sleep."