[ She snorts, because he doesn't even know what she's sorry for? Or maybe he does, in all his SHSL wisdom or whatever. She has no idea how any of that actually works, and she's not even going to pretend to, no matter how drunk she is.

Giving him a squish, the next bit is said while attempting to fight off another yawn. What she says: ]

Maaan, how're you jus', like. Sooo good? You're so good. M'glad we're totes bffsies n' shit. So if you were to ever, like... let it slip accidentallaly that I, uh, got waaaaaaay shitfaced like the boozehound I am? Around someone like Di-Stri? I wouldn't even care, that's how entrenched in the pale feels we are here, bro.

[ What she means: "tell him so I don't have to, plz". ]