As far as Rey is concerned, Firo's allowed to talk all day, just to see if he can exercise enough words to do so. Wouldn't that be something?

Her brows knit when he explains, though. Flummoxed and still a little flushed, her hand slides from under her chin to her cheek. "My face?"

Suppose that would make sense. It's not like Rey's never been around drunk people before. In fact, she's seen plenty. She just has a hard time imagining herself looking quite like... that. But then, because of them she also knows a few tests to know for certain.

Setting down the glass, Rey straightens her posture in the chair. Her eyes close and, holding her right arm farthest from Firo straight out, brings her index finger to the tip of her nose without wavering for an inch. Afterwards, she looks back to Firo again with a small, reluctant smile before picking her drink up again.

"No, sober. Looks like I've still a ways to go. Strange."