[Samus views them as problem solvers, but she isn't going to elaborate. She isn't allowed to elaborate. She remembers as much even in her ever slowly growing inebriated state.]

Sounds like being on Green is just a blast.

[She can't even tell if she's being sarcastic or not as she begins slurring a bit.]

As far as I can tell, I've gotta let that part of me go if I want to remain a member of Red. The CDC - they're Space Pirates. If something's in the way of what they want, they view it as an enemy in need of extraction - either under some sense of greed, or some sense of duty, or some misguided morals. Honor, justice, protection... All qualities of weakness. Especially to Red.

[She moans a bit and closes her eyes, pressing her fingertips lightly to her forehead.]

I'm sorry, what did you say was in this drink again?