Imogen wasn't drinking; the headache brewing was bad enough without adding potential alcohol to it. She was mostly just clutching the mug to warm her hands while she tried to shut out all of the incessant chatter--not from anyone speaking, though there was plenty of that, but from all the thoughts pushing at her at once. It took her a second to realize someone next to her said something out loud; Imogen blinked and tried to focus on him. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that..." She trailed off, unconsciously leaning away from him and squinting, because it didn't take more than few seconds of narrowing her focus to one person to realize something weird was going on. Thing was, she wasn't actively trying to peek into anybody's mind--she straight up couldn't keep them out at the moment--and there was something real weird up in his.