You meet her by the snack table, she's a little drunk, you try to talk with her, she ignores you. You try again...she says annoyed.

"God damn it!...what do you want?"

she asks annoyed, crossing her arms...she seems bothered by you, but she's also checking you out a little. there is alcohol on her breath, she crosses her arms and looks up at you. in her pocket you can see the form of her inhaler.