[ She is... absolutely too drunk to get up from the couch and take the bottle again. Instead, she stretches out like a cat as her laughter settles, feeling a soothing lull of a really good boozing take her under. Her head's a little fuzzy and her inhibitions are lowered but hey, she's good. For now, she is going to grab one of these couch pillows and cuddle the fuck out of it too. ]

If you're going to whine about this, I can -- I don't know. I'll steal some supplies, send 'em back your way. Then you can make it all over again! Could sell it again for double, huh.

[ Her eyes open again and she watches Jack for a bit, stroking fingers through the soft fabric of the pillow. At least she's enjoying herself, you know? That's what it's all about. Even if Jack is busy throwing a fit. ]

The way you complain about the Company... Maker, you should've just been a Killjoy or something. Haha. Imagine, we could've done warrants together! So much fun. I would've liked that.