When he calmly agreed to being out of his mind, Jill was so surprised that most of what she had been about to scream at him went out the window. Realising she was standing there with her mouth open and staring at him, she quickly closed it and tried to gather her senses.
"When you put it like that," she mumbled, unsure of what to say. In her anger that he was trying to get himself killed, she had forgotten that he thought so little of himself. She bit her lip, stopping the suggestion that he was quite heroic, from slipping out. Chewing on her lip, she looked at him a moment, not really noticing how little he wore.
"You didn't make an ass out of yourself," she insisted, voice softer now and with less heat. "We were only worried that it was going to end badly." Taking a step to the left and then one back, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her borrowed trousers. "It just....I...um...you can't do stuff like that and expect your friends not to react! What if you had died!" The last was uttered with some force, as Jill frowned and remembered several of her very good reasons for being here to begin with.