major_west

[West clasps his hands together on his lap and looks over at the door at the sound of the knocking. His hair's a bit of a mess, and there's the bucket of bile, and the half-empty bottle of brandy, and the obvious slurring of his speech-- but he still tries to look the part of a well-behaved individual]

Yes?

[The door's unlocked, anyway, so even if he wanted to be obstinate, there wasn't much he could do about that]