[She adds some whiskey for her and shifts until her back is to the eavesdropping schmuck manning the counter before leaning on Squalo's shoulder.]

I feel like someone's muttering in my head. I set something down, and then it shows up in a different place. I've tried singing it out but... [She shakes her head.] It's not helping. Not this time. Usually when I feel this kind of... 'static' I can just open up and sing. And it goes away.