[...oh no, fictional character from an admittedly sad play, you are breaking her heart.

.............ouch. She purses her lips, humming lightly in an effort to not seem bothered.]

Sounds unpleasant. Well, I can't offer you information on your friends, and I can't help out with the barricades.

But being useless doesn't suit me well [she wrinkles her nose at the thought] so maybe I'll fall into the habit there seems to be here of offering alcohol.