Panic? Confusion? She doesn’t deny still being drunk.
Here’s an anecdote that I feel applies: a couple months ago, my partner wasn’t responding to my texts while he was WFH and I was in office, which was strange for him. I checked his location and he was home but did not show on any security cameras, which meant he was in the bedroom. After a few hours and many unsuccessful calls, I called his brother, who lives close by to check on him. The brother and his wife swung by, knocked LOUDLY, and did not get a response.
Now I am panicking. I taxi home and I am blabbering to the driver about how my partner hasn’t answered me today. He’s hitting the gas and looking at me like I’m crazy.
All the while, I’m thinking: is he ok? Is he just sleeping? Did he have a brain aneurysm? Did he have an allergic reaction? Did someone break into the house to attempt a robbery and found him there? Did he leave his phone behind and go somewhere?
When I got home, thankfully, he was ok. Just jet lagged from a flight and passed out. But my mind went through EVERY possible scenario in that moment. And I think that’s what was happening with Karen.
MOO