After he stopped, she pulled her hand back, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. The last hour in the mysterious limo had sobered her significantly, though she was wearing her night of binging clearly on her face. Her skin was chalky, eyes streaked with red, and her cheeks had a patchy quality that betrayed the fact that she was still trying not to cry.
"Define 'nothing,'" she said half-heartedly. "Did I get stabbed? No. So I guess I made it out okay. How about you?" She hesitated, fresh from her goodbye to Hannah. Though she wanted to make smalltalk, she knew that it would be impossible. The thing that had brought them together, their fucked-up little apartment home, was gone. So where did that leave them? Still friends? Nearly strangers? She chewed on her lower lip. "You got somewhere to go?"