That makes her pause. And she knows she shouldn't. But she really and genuinely and truly cannot help herself.

"Swozzled," she repeats, trying very hard and mostly failing to hide a smirk. "You know. Spifflicated. Snockered. Potted. Banjaxed. Well-lubricated. Mottled and muttled. Hammered. Soused. Pished. Hosed. Fecked. Drunk."

And with that, she gives up and giggles. And leans into him, one hand on his shoulder, before ducking her forehead down against her own hand. Which is still on his shoulder. She hasn't had to call on her ridiculous knowledge of ridiculous spacer slang in years. Not since she was living with Nadezhda, anyway.