The look of horror is not put to rest with his reasoning. It only gains a faint edge of concern. Particularly at that want to be sober bit. She couldn't imagine facing anyone beyond her own husband in such a state- and even that was only because Frank was nothing if not a pillar of emotional support, as well as a damn fine bar tender himself. Most of these people were simply wretched, up to and including those she counted as her very dearest friends among them. Sobriety certainly could do nothing to improve them.

"There is nothing but practice for that. And it may do you wonders for making acquaintances. There is something simply off-putting about a lone dry man standing in the midst of a flood. Slightly sinister."