Little gears are grinding in Alex's quite lubricated head. She rolls her head to one side to look at him. Looks like Gene to her.

"Maybe you should really stay away from that Atlantean wine, if it makes you forget not only the night of, but the morning after. I could have pulled a Jackie McQueen on you and you'd be none the wiser."

She mutters to herself in a really bad Scottish accent, "'I 'ad to tie a pencil to it.' As if."