((Her name is Mara. She’s a nun who’s going through a crisis of faith. You see her sitting at the bar, the other customers staring at her. The bar in front of her is littered with empty bottles and glasses. Everyone appears to be avoiding the bar while she's there.))

She knocks back another bottle. She sets it down, giggling and wiping her mouth. — Ah! I can’t believe I’ve never done this before! It feels so nice and fuzzy!