He patted her shoulder, pulling a face. "Years of practice, my dear apprentice. Years of long and arduous training in the use of alcohol. You'd be amazed how fast you learn to be smart when you might have to stop being drunk suddenly and go shoot things." He grinned, ear to ear, and loosened his grip on her just a little as they reached the door, long enough to lean over and open it. "Dumb but good wouldn't be too bad, though, I guess. Just look at Roland. It seems to do him fine. Come on, let's get you to bed."