She scoffs, waves a hand at him. "Yeah, you go right on dreaming."

Though she does totter over to the bed and sit down heavily, falling back, arms sprawled over her head.

"I've had too much to drink, that's all. I just -- want to take my boots off and have a lie down. I promise, I'll be -- quiet as a mouse."

If mice were prone to nattering on when they're drunk, that is. She'll sit up and take her boots off in a moment.