"We're uhhh..." Tsaerri clutches at her head. "Oh gods, owwwwwwww." Great. The high's fading and now she gets to deal with the consequences chugging a bottle full of opiates and gods-only-know-what-else. "I'll be fine," she mutters, stumbling back up to her feet. "We have a... a what's-it-called. A prisoner to interrogate. Ow."

"She has the assassin confined in her room. We're going to see what we can get from her."

Syrgei stands slightly to Tsaerri's side, keeping an eye on her should she get suddenly unsteady...as well as that went last time.

Tsae shrugs, alternately massaging her temples and rubbing her eyes. "Eh, if he gets on my nerves, I'll just shoot him. It's whatever." A second passes, and her eyes suddenly widen. "Oh, I'm still doing the 'blurting out whatever goes through my head' thing. Heh... uh, don't pay attention to that?"

"Oh, well, it's not far from here. Now that I can remember where I live." Eyeing the golem up and down, she tells Gambooge, "I'm surprised you're still babysitting that thing. Doesn't it get on your nerves? If you wanted a pompous, snarky bitch of a traveling companion why not go adopt a pet Asura? I hear they can imprint on people if you get them young enough." Taking a few tottering steps, Tsae starts to lead them to her home.

Tsaerri sighs in disappointment. "Unfortunately for both of us, whoever you are, one of the side-effects of coming down off this stuff is muted emotions. I simply don't have it in me to trade insults right now. Even still, though, is that the best you had? What, are you going to insinuate I slept with the entire crab-toss team next? If you want to get under my skin, you're really going to need to graduate high-school first." She sighs, again, brushing errant hairs out of her face. "I honestly don't care right now though. I've had way too long of a day to get upset about some Asura broadcasting her temper-tantrums from half a continent away."