Livvie is quiet for a moment; both considered what he's said, what (or how) she wants to reply, and waiting for a subtotal series of beeps that flashes across the line after a moment, reassuring her that the line hasn't been compromised.
Sorry but strange sounds she can't quite identify over the line tend to make her paranoid.
"I am fairly certain that my definition of socializing - and, say, Jacob's, for instance - are wildly different. Not only because it's Jacob and his definitions of damned near everything are going to be different from mine, but because I am interested in socializing with you, Morgan." And not anyone else, really, is the unspoken part of that statement.
"As far as counterproductive activities go, this is where I should note the fact that I am very good at getting the hell out of the way on short notice. But I'm fairly certain that you are not going to be responsible for my demise, one way or another."