Ugh, fantastic, already you've become every brooding teenager's dream.

[She scrubs her face, trying her damnedest not to snap or not to just slump over and fall asleep.

Isha settles for a middle point instead: slouching on her own bunk, tired as ever, but somehow, still a cocky empress of a sort.]

If you're going to suck my blood, do it quick, it might get rid of all the alcohol that might still be in my system.