"I'm out of it?" she repeats, seemingly indignant but not quite getting the tone right. She faces 9S with an accusing look that's somewhat dampened by the glassiness of her eyes. "I'm not... you're out of it."

Maybe there was some alcohol in that potion she drank, but it's not like it got her drunk. She doesn't look drunk, does she? Sure, she practically stumbled over here, but that's just... because of the poison, and stuff.

"You think you can just dump a love confession on someone and then disappear? You're way out of it, mister." The more she repeats the phrase, the less she seems to be comprehending it.