[Letting her mouth run again. She's supposed to be doing better than this, and it's a long moment before she attempts to speak again. There's not a lo she could think of to say, nor is there any real way for her to know what it was he was trying to tell her. An escape made on a whim by climbing down from a balcony whilst intoxicated.

An opportunity taken? He wasn't left alone often. But he seemed too cautious to just leave if he was inebriated. Then again most things seem like a fantastic idea while drunk.]

I'm being blithe- and I am sorry for it. Heights...leave me uncomfortable. Even if only in discussion. The idea of anyone climbing down without a safe path or gear or. Anything. Terrifies me.