For a few horrible moments her panic almost override even this staggering amount of intoxication.

"My daughter," her numb voice still trembles slightly, "my Gwen... there's nobody else to look after her. Parenting is a bit inconvenient when babies are illegal." It's like her brain can't figure out if she wants to laugh at her own humor or cry. No, can't cry?

Okay more sideways smiles as she wobbles a little against the column behind her.

Portals? Like Faraday's portals? Even she hadn't quite cracked that code... but is isn't theoretically impossible.

Immediately she perks up, blinking unevenly.

"Alright, than to the portals we go," she states simply, attempting to stand on her own and wobbling dangerously. The ground is coming up kind of fast, isn't it?