"Yeah. I bet." She sighs, worries at her bottom lip. She kind of hates that she wants to say something about, you know, the situation, and yet doesn't really know how. When the fuck did she start caring?

"Look, you've probably heard it from someone else before? But whatever. It's good you're still around. We just have to stick together when shit goes down. Right?"

.... That could have come out a lot better. But whatever, it's out now! And just to keep her expression from showing how aggravated she is by her ridiculous word-failure, she takes that shot.

And good lord does that shot pack a hit! She can't keep from wrinkling her nose a bit and pulling a face like she just snorted rubbing alcohol.