I was simply expecting the first part, thank you? I simply wanted to forget our rampant troubles for a bit, and certainly succeeded after the fourth glass, at least. And then came another, and another...I think another...?

[... ... ...]

The last thing I remember is talking about something utterly insipid with Yeager. I believe I shared some sort of story from back at the base at one of our military balls...?

[Dorothy is trying to not sweat because she has context for. Something? From Vakama??? That she isn't sure if he was joking about or not and she is very pointedly looking away. Yeager, please tell her you have more context than where Dorothy's memory last left off--]