"Caffeine, then alcohol. There's an order to these things." It's a self-imposed order, and there's nothing stopping her from combining the two, but she likes being awake.

"'s it look like? Besides a gun, obviously, I know that bit." Wyn asks, propping herself up on her elbows and looking around at the spaces between people. Nothing obviously gun-like jumps out at her, so... "Probably under someone at this point."