"'Drunk' is a bit strong," Syrgei says as he follows her into the room. "but you look like you could do with something." After closing the door he sits casually in the chair by the table where he was previously working, and puts one foot up against the lip of the table, arms crossed over his chest; not looking directly at Tsaerri. "It's not a lot to go on if it's personal. I mean, do we hunt them down, or wait them out? Talking to the authorities...is not really the best option, if it has to do with what was going on at the party." ...if it has to do with what you were doing.