[ Claire smiles softly and gently helps Eleanor up, one hand taking hers before slowly guiding her down the stairs all the way to the first floor. She only lets go of her once they've cleared the trip hazard and can walk together toward the clinic. ]

It's quite an interesting choice, you know. Boxed wine when you could get the really good, thousands of dollars a bottle wine from the closets.

[ She's not judging the day drinking because that'd make her a nice fat hypocrite. No, she would rather encourage better quality, apparently. ]