Ana looked up at him, managing a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Proving me theory that you say the best things," she answered, shoving her hands in her pockets. "I'm just-" She sighed, making an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. She wasn't great at admitting when she was hurting.
"Yeah, bar, I think," she muttered softly. "I'll tell you about it, but I'd also like to pour rum down my throat while I do it."