[It’d be easy to mess with him, she knows she can have a stern expression, a ‘you’re fucking with the wrong person’ demeanor, but she’s too relaxed - has had too much to drink - for that, and instead one eyebrow raises.]

Yeah, it’s mine. Good to know it passes muster.

[She pauses for a second before shrugging.]

I stole it. No idea if it’s considered ‘quality’ or not. All I know is, it works.