[For once, L'Arachel chooses not to argue. She doesn't actually know the first thing about being drunk, so she has no idea what being 'that drunk' entails.]

I suppose I'll have to take your word for it.

[And she nods.] Yes, it has something to do with the-- [she frowns and taps her finger against her mug, trying to remember the word,] --oh, you know, the things they put in our blood. Nannies, or whatever they're called. I have no intention of testing that either, of course, but it's wonderful to know that we have such a safety net to fall back on if needed!