She wanted to get drunk. Rip roaring, falling on her face drunk. But she wouldn't. She'd behave. Mostly.

"I can understand that." Jubilee picked up the empty bottle to have something for her hands to do. She rolled it back and forth. "I hate to ask, Dean, but... anything else you can remember?" Jubilee looked up at him. "Weapons, fighting styles, vehicles, anything? Small details are usually the most important."