[The crash is a hard one, and Ilsa almost goes tumbling backwards right into the door, but only manages to save herself.]
What are you doing standing in front of the door—!?
[She's on her very last thread of patience when she realizes...]
Eustace?
[She knew, based on what she saw on the phone and Valo sniffing him out, that he would be in here, but... dear lord... As she looks him over, noting the way his face turns red again, her nose crinkles with disgust when the smell finally hits her.]
You stink of alcohol. How much have you been drinking!?
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What are you doing standing in front of the door—!?
[She's on her very last thread of patience when she realizes...]
Eustace?
[She knew, based on what she saw on the phone and Valo sniffing him out, that he would be in here, but... dear lord... As she looks him over, noting the way his face turns red again, her nose crinkles with disgust when the smell finally hits her.]
You stink of alcohol. How much have you been drinking!?