[ God, she needs a drink now more than ever. He might feel her hands getting a little shaky from the anxiety she feels having a mental battle with that thought. No, you go back to the void too, go, go! ]

Dude, chillax. It's chill. I'm chill. It's just--

[ There is always a "but", even if in this instance she didn't say "but. ]

I don't know how happy I am with the idea that one a' us is doomed now, if and when we go back? That's hella dark to think about I know, and shit, maybe-- maybe things work differently now outside of that shitty game that I never wanted us to play, for the record, but here we are. I probs never should have agreed to come here. Actually, I'm pretty sure I woulda said no under any other circumstance all things considered.

[ Something about this just isn't adding up. Now that she's sober, she doesn't much like the idea of not remembering something important. She thought her days of hazy, alcohol-induced memories were over. ]

Bulge-blistering fuck I need a drink. I dunno if I can deal with this all of a sudden.

[ She's worried about the other thing too, being from probably the worst deadend timeline and all, but she's not kidding when she says she's worried about this thing, too. She just can't bring herself to get into that other thing right now. It's too fresh in her mind. ]