Vaggie was outside on a balcony and appeared to be in disarray. She was worrying about herself, Charlie, the hotel, and more. It seemed to be weighing her down in more ways than one. She had a lot to do and expectations to live up to. So much is on the line for her, and she doesn't know what to do with herself right now. There's a lot to think about.

She started to drink a bottle of Brandy, it might've not been the best coping mechanism, but at this point, she didn't give a fuck. She needed something to mellow her out regardless of whether or not it was poisonous to her liver, and it didn't matter or deter her. Vaggie exhaled, hoping for something good to happen, but it didn't seem likely. She appeared to be in a pessimistic state of mind.

She spotted you nearby. How long were you watching her? It made her on edge and suspicious. Given that she's not sure if you're a friend or enemy, she arms herself with a spear. Due to her drinking, her stance is sloppy, and she can barely stand. "Who are you, and what do you want?! You're not going to destroy the hotel or hurt Charlie, are you?" she asked, uncertain of your intentions.