Elizabeth Broadbank stood in the doorway, her yellow ballgown rumpled, the bodice partly torn away, her hair disheveled, the knuckles of her left hand bloody, her eyes blooshot and her face haggard with pain and anger.

Two comments here,

1. What the (bleeped) is blooshot?

2. I see she found the Tribble Kibble.
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Blooshot? isn't that some sort of vodka drink served in a Jazz bar?