[Agents of SHIELD and alcoholism, probably? She pushes herself off the couch and goes to join Bobbi, just to keep her company. Maybe sit up on the counter, and gently tip the bottle up a little so more booze falls into the cocktails than moderately should.]
This isn't a nunnery, Morse. I'd know, I grew up in one.
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This isn't a nunnery, Morse. I'd know, I grew up in one.