If she recognises these signs from the many people she's known through the war who struggled for one reason or another, Skywarp doesn't comment. In fact, she doesn't care at all. She gives the bin a kick as she goes past, not enough to send it flying, but enough to rattle the broken glass in it.

For once, she has no comment and just sits down in the slightly too small chair and grabs the bottle to take a good chug.

Finally: "This fucking ship, whatever-your-name-is! What the hell is wrong with it and everyone on it?"