She tenses in turn, ready to fight. Curses. She should have figured that he might notice something if he got too close. She's never again going to drink from a drunk guy who smells that badly. Or from anyone who is drunk, probably, at least for a few days. If she gets out of this. At least he didn't seem particularly strong. But who even knows.

"I'm drunk."

It's a correct way of answering his question, even if it probably isn't what he wanted to know. But it's what stood at the end of her not-so-quick train of thought.