South turns her head slowly to look at Connie and the offered beverages, then reaches up to remove her helmet and set it aside. She looks ill - face pale and clammy, forehead furrowed in pain from the headache. Without a word, she reaches for the water over the yoohoo and opens it slowly in order to take a few sips.
"I won't need it." South turning down booze; you know it's bad.
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"I won't need it." South turning down booze; you know it's bad.