Darcy pretends not to notice when Ava enters the first time. Pretends like the alcohol has dulled her hypervigilance at all, like she's not sat with a view of the door like her mother taught her. But she's a decent bit more tipsy when Ava returns, so startles a little when the blanket appears on her. She glances down at the tea and then up at Ava.

"Thanks," she mumbles, pulling it a little tighter over herself, forced to set the bottle down by the chair. She hasn't made much progress on it, but it turns out she's a lightweight.

"You didn't... thanks."