[Jet follows him as best he can with his compromised balance and doesn't try to argue with Albert about the food. He didn't really care.

He didn't actually answer his partner until he'd found a seat on the mattress. He shrugged, sluggish mind trying to dredge up an answer.]

Dunno. Had a few drinks with this chick--who's got the worst name in the world--then had a few more. I don't remember.

[He winced as his own words filtered through his head.]

Too many. Sorry.