If weapons could communicate, Armagnac would have agreed with Chester. On several counts. Since she couldn't, she simply offered her own advice to Sherry. She didn't want to comment on other things.

For her part, Sherry scowled and crossed her arms. "I'm not drunk. Maybe, maybe just a little bit tipsy. But not drunk." Seriously. She had full control over all of her motor functions, thank you very much.

However, she was hungry. So, she didn't argue with Jake's suggestion. She sighed, letting the exhaustion settle in a bit, then started towards the cafeteria. I suppose I can talk to you while I eat.