The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

Hana starts rubbing her face when Xiulan starts explaining things, pinching the bridge of her nose and thinking that she's not nearly sober enough to be dealing with this. Any of this, really. "Okay," she finally says, taking the glass. "I need... I probably need to sit down. And find an antineebranee." No, wait, rewind. Let's try that again. "An anti-inebrient," she over-enunciates. "A - I should be less drunk." She looks at the glass of water and starts sipping it cautiously, as though she's not convinced it doesn't have something to do with all this.