He forgot to think that she'd hit him with her other hand or just smack him with the beer bottle. Though, she wouldn't waste the beer, so maybe not the bottle to the head part.
"That is a very you thing to do, Scott." She stepped aside to let him inside, "I was at my lab, a few weeks after the funeral. So so far, you're safe." She smiled at him, shaking her head, there was no guarantee she'd not want to punch him by the end of the night, but, she liked to live dangerously.