forgive my awful macbook widget translations, portuguese speakers!
"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. You need to be mentally sound to take on the hoards of zombies all around you. I'll try and keep my psychoanalyzing and existentialism on the down low from now on." She winked at him and took another sip of her drink. It was starting to taste better. Or, really, it was just starting not to have a taste at all. And her tongue was at that point between tingling and being a little too big for her mouth, in a non allergic type of way, of course.
"Bastante para obter-me fora de um situação," Laney replied after wiping her lips, without skipping a beat. "Que sobre você? And yes, it does count. It counts very much. Drink up, perv!" She laughed for good measure, so he wouldn't think that she actually found him to be a pervert. She didn't. He was actually pretty charming for a thief and a stranger.