She stared at him. Was this a test? Of course it was a test.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked. "I can think of at least a dozen different ways he ended that statement, and each one is more stupid than the last. 'If you aren't going to drive, you might as well walk' -- no shit, Sherlock. 'If you aren't going to drive, let go of the wheel'. 'If you aren't going to drive, better strap yourself down'. 'If you aren't going to drive, then you aren't the driver', which, really, that's a gem of simple thought."
She was talking too fast and her throat was getting a little choked.
"Hi."
She plopped down across from him. "If you aren't going to have that milkshake," she said, "I'll take it."