"Sure I am." She looks amused, thinking back to the times she's felt offended - or at least affronted. There's a certain demon running around who has the uncanny ability to get under her skin regardless, and she's offended by his very presence. "Doesn't happen often."

And she decides right now is a good time to lean against a bit of fence near the stable itself, looking like she's settling down for the long haul.

"I've been thinking about that suggestion of yours. The apologizing thing." Her nose wrinkles a bit at that, because saying sorry just doesn't seem to be in her DNA anymore. "Maybe I'll drink about twenty bottles of whiskey and go for it."

Whatever saves her skin, that's what is most important. She'll even swallow her pride with the help of alcohol - lots of it.