[Okay. She's going to start walking now. Or try to, anyway. Shuffling, little steps, whatever it takes to make progress in her journey through this place without falling flat on her face—]

Yeah, I was.

[As she teeters a bit when she almost twists her foot the wrong way.]

Owned a bar for a few years, but I'm not sure how handy that'll come in for this. I'm pretty confident in pouring drinks, but this...

[She gestures to it tucked beneath one of her arms and lets it speak for itself. It's double the size of a normal one, maybe even bigger. Are there enough people around here who enjoy champagne enough to finish this whole thing!?]