[very little would upset her (probably), but she doesn't leave her hand there long, just enough to ground herself before she's (almost) steady on her feet. kind of.]

We'll have some made-- [and a surprised look comes across her face as if she's just remembered. because she has.] My crown. It's at the bar. And then we shall go and drink. [a pause as if she's remembering.] At your flat.

[in her attempts to make it back to the bar, she barely makes it over the pads for the bull and onto flat ground again. also, her shoes are around somewhere and, honestly, this is much better than brooding at home.]

I must find my shoes.