I don't doubt that. [Everyone here has something. Natasha doesn't for a moment imagine hers is uniquely awful.]

Like you said, my room isn't an option. And I had to be somewhere.

[Natasha shakes her head and takes a deep drink of her beer.]

And I might not be getting drunk, but it doesn't mean I'm not getting something.
Sober seems even worse than drunk.

I'm working the grey area here.