"Yeah, hey," Mira says, chewing on the inside of her lip and leaning on the door to look at her concernedly.

That admission sort of seals the deal on her suspicion but she also doesn't want to be super presumptive, either. "I'm thinking you don't mean by got-way-super-drunk last night," she says with a small face, and thinks privately that there are two people involved in fuckups of that variety.