It was an interesting idea- to live her own life, and allow the war around her not to consume her life. She was silent for several moments, finishing the vodka based drink before her and allowing the next one to be carried over he bar tender along with Draco's next glass. "I... I never thought of it that way," she said after a moment, looking up at him. It was almost sweet to see her having this little epiphany right before the other man. "I just... in the last war, it was my entire life. I just... assumed it would be the same issue here. But I'm not on the run this time, not really," she said. "It was either we were in the tent, the bank, the cottage, the manor-" she began, rambling before she came to stop at that. The manor- Malfoy Manor.