Maybe they have a super long Nigerian bloodline or whatever. [ She shrugs, emitting a sigh, and continues to slouch in her seat, lazily reaching for the bottle again to pour herself another glass. Just one more pointless guess to add to the pile. ]

I don't know, Spike. I'm thinking of any possible reason and nothing sounds right. [ She'll down her drink once again, enduring the short-lived burn as it travels down her esophagus. She takes another moment before speaking up, relishing the start of what she assumed was the effects of the alcohol and not her sanity unraveling. ]

... what if we're just overthinking all of this? [ She might be wrong, but just hear her out. ]