Susan's eyes fly up to Laertes's face. "I hadn't considered that," she admits. Her mind is whirling again; largely thinking aloud, she continues, "I haven't a great deal of knowledge about dipsomania. I really ought to, since I'm doing this, but with all the dreadful stuff that's been going on, I've just not had--- and anyway, surely it shan't be like all the refeeding issues in the past decade; it's not as if they've stopped drinking entirely. But..." she frowns. This seems a worry that one can't truly prepare for, unless one wishes to alienate the very people she is trying to help.