Farrell: I can usually handle my margaritas but halfway through my second I felt like I had chugged a whole bottle. So I headed back to the ship early.
Cabot: As the only female JO you had your own quarters?
Farrell: Next morning I can't say I woke up. It was more like I came to. I felt beaten up, like I'd been through a cement mixer. At first I was so mortified I felt like I'd done something terrible. So then I just hit the showers and pretended like it never happened. The next few weeks I felt worthless, paranoid. I mean, even with my friends I had no idea who attacked me so I couldn't help but wonder if maybe they did. I swear it was like I was losing my mind.