She made a face at that. "Fuckin' great," she grumbled. "So happy to know ya wouldn't kill me, just make me think ya might." Despite her sour grapes tone, she unfolded, crawling after him as he lifted himself onto the couch. As he asked for the time, she snorted. "You're wearin' a watch, ya know," she drawled, taking his hand and reading the time for him. "Almost eleven," she said with a nod.