It'd be a hell of a lot more awkward if she wasn't already over the legal limit. But as she is, she figures, why the hell not?

Her chin drops and she looks at him. Her voice takes on a stern Manc accent. "Gene Hunt does not ponder his existence." Her own plummy tones return. "He drinks himself into oblivion. And since I'm already half way there..."

She toes her boots off, thinking all the while, does this send the wrong message? Do I even care at this point?