She pours for them both, before sitting. It's pretty good stuff, the kind you buy when you want to splurge a bit without it being prohibitively expensive.

Only after she has taken the first drink, seeking to center herself now there is no danger of falling, does she speak.

"So. You were... you were telling me how a friend of mine isn't just cruel and manipulative, but also a murderer and a really shitty friend," she says, fingers restless against the glass. It's an attempt at levity, but it doesn't take.