Isaera glanced at Marion and could sense the contempt and sarcasm. She knew her well enough at this point. Briefly, she asked herself just what crawled up Marion's ass and got into her system. But then that answer was immediately apparent: the booze.

Isaera inhales sharply and decides to play along with the act. "Yes, if you do have something to say to me, make it quick. I am in a rather.. disgraceful state at the moment."

"...or, perhaps, you could wait some moments for me to get changed."