Desperate for something that tastes better than pumpkin drinks, Wanda is trying to make her way back to the bar for something. When she turns too fast on top of the effects of the drink and bumps right into someone.

"Oh. Sorry." She pauses. "Uh, little tip, the pumpkin shit is nasty." She's doing you a solid, here, she thinks. "Actually, if you have a breath mint to spare you'd probably be my new best friend." Again, desperate times.