It hurt a little, but Allison found herself smiling as she watched the woman wrestle with morning mouth, wash it away with some whiskey, then grump at her. She wasn't as gallant, but the expression on her face reminded her eerily of Athos. She'd never seen him this hung over, but she'd seen him down a few in the short time they'd known each other.

"Pro tip? Booze just makes it worse." she advised, reaching over to swipe the bottle and taking a swig--them grimacing and setting it back down. Near her elbow. And not that of her new friend.

She could be devious when she had to be.

"I'm more a fan of solving my problems with my fists." Allison went on. "Well, them or my knife. or my bow...or my gun..."