"I know." Sniper says. He tries to keep his words soft and gentle. "It's not that I don't like you, because I do like you as a friend, it's that we really don't know anything about each other. We've known each other for less than a day and during half of that time I was undercover and pretending to be a carefree mercenary instead of being myself, the dedicated soldier.

"If you're interested in me, then that's, well, not a bad thing. But we'd need to be friends for a lot longer to know if that interest could turn into something deeper. It very well could be that you decide you don't like what you see as those gaps are filled and become known to you. I don't want to see you get hurt like that."

So, she had been drunk. That was marginally better than the Changeling Imposter outcome.