[that's not really helping things, in anna's mind—she's always known that her problems are less intense than others and she already feels bad enough at herself for not being able to keep it together when other people can. when they have. but it's not the point, either. her hands are jammed in her pockets and she's not looking at qrow when she replies, but she also isn't scowling anymore.]

It's fine. I don't know what I'm doing here either. [she means it in the broader sense, and she continues before he can jump in.] I'm not the kind of person who talks about her problems with people. Never have been. But I'm really trying here, and maybe it's just 'cause I'm... exhausted and I've seriously had such an unbelievably terrible night, but I just. I don't know, dude.

I just want to eat some pizza and talk about how fucking shitty it feels to be so comfortable doing something that's destroying you. Or whatever. I don't know. You're sober and I'm not, and I don't know actually know how you stick with it. 'Cause the only reason I got sober in the first place was because alcohol stopped being able to do anything to me.

[that's kind of the crux of it. she's not. proud of this, this fact about herself. but she turns her head to face him, and she's speaking from the heart now. or whatever passes for it.]

I never learned how to break the habit. Not all the way. I learned a little, sure, but I only got sober because the habit got broken for me. Now I have blood again, so I can get drunk again, and it's just so goddamned easy to fall back on it.