"Something like that," Hana replies weakly. The pills aren't instantaneous but she swears she feels her stomach start to turn already. "Don't - don't really wanna be here, when everything stops." She breaks into a cold sweat, or rather, her body tries to break into a cold sweat, and she wonders if these are the kind of anti-inebrients that have purging as a side effect.

She gets her answer a few moments later when she puts her head between her legs and tries very, very hard, and fails very, very hard, not to dry heave. It makes sense, since she didn't have too much water and almost no food. All that's in her stomach is alcohol. A Mwennin curse slips out, something she used to know the translation to but long forgot. She just remembers her mother using it when she thought Hana was out of earshot.