[ That -- that was a much more serious of a response than she was expecting and she blinks, surprise on her face as she tries to parse out his words. There's another layer there, she knows, and her eyes stick to him as he moves over to sit on the couch with her. Her curiosity is enough to get her to sit up properly, pushing the pillow away and stare at him with open concern on her face.

But it's still Hawke and she's affectionate and still too drunk to sit upright so instead she sways a little before drooping down to drop her head against his shoulder. ]

Sometimes -- sometimes being neutral, it's a good thing. There was a -- a war. Back home. Civil war, my fault. Can't go back. So, here it's nice, not having to pick a side. You're all about sides though, eh, Jackie Boy?

[ And there's Hawke -- still an asshole, despite trying not to be an asshole for a moment. She ends up letting out a laugh and closing her eyes, tapping restless fingers against Jack's knee. She's both very sleepy and incredibly wired now and the high of giving Jack shit is wearing off so she'll probably pass out soon. Still, #worthit so she's not really too bothered. ]

You're always done with what I take. I'm not a complete jerk, I pay attention. And -- I am definitely about to fall asleep here. You should stay and nap with me.