After several moments of staring wide-eyed at the man whom she was pretty sure had just killed a few people, Daphne decided it was time to go. She held a finger up at the bartender to get her attention, but the poor girl was too scared to acknowledge her in the least.

[i]Alright, Daph. Let's make a break for it.[/i]

Getting out of her seat went more smoothly in her mind than what happened in reality. Daphne barely caught the bar with one had to keep from stumbling over.
 
[i]Just play it cool. Everything's cool.[/i]

Daphne put a smile on her face like nothing was wrong, reached down for her bag, and carefully began swerving her way toward the exit. She thought she probably waved at a few stunned patrons on the way out, as if they had no reason to be preoccupied with losing their lives, but she couldn't be sure. At this point, as long as she didn't end up another dead body, she was willing to count the night as a win. Outside of the bar she crashed into a wall and leaned there for a few minutes, laughing at her own state of drunkenness and trying to remember what is was that she was trying to do.

[i]You're room, Daph. Let's go to your room.[/i]

"Shut up, you alcoholic bitch," she muttered in response to her own internal dialogue, which prompted another burst of  laughter that caused passers-by in the corridor to look at her strangely on their way past.

She managed to produce the orders she received to board the Ark from her bag and, covering an eye with one hand, was able to read where it said her room was in the civilian quarters of the ship. The rest of her journey was a bit of a blur, but, just as she always seemed to manage in the past, somehow Daphne made it to her bed with plenty of time to sleep it off.

0900 would be approaching sooner than she could imagine.