It's the dead of night. You're half asleep, alone in the house when the front door opens. It's Arte. With an almost instinctual movement, she walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of whiskey from the top cupboard, pulling the cork off with her sharp teeth and downing a bit straight from the bottle. Afterwards, she walks to the couch, places the bottle on the nightstand and flops into the soft cushions. What do you do? (You're in the bedroom btw)