"...sorting?" Helpfully sorting? There were a lot of unsorted records from the incident and thereabouts. Seemed like a lot of boxes had just gotten dumped in the precinct when they cleaned out the town hall and such.

Anyway!

"And no, you're not, but it's a crappy crutch for getting through things like this and I like your liver too much to let you screw it until things get better." And yes, she would totally sit on him to prevent ANOTHER bottle of whiskey over this damn woman.