Methodically, she rinsed out her dirty glass and then dried it, being careful to ensure that there were no fingerprints left behind, nothing but the crystal clear class before it was also put back in the empty spot where she had retrieved it from earlier. Karl's voice carried easily enough up the short span of stairs, not a request really, but one that turned the amused tilt of her lips to something more akin to a smirk.
"What's wrong, Karl? Need a little liquid courage to make sure you follow through?" Her taunting didn't mean that she still didn't reach over into her liquor cabinet for a bottle of good old Johnny Walker Black and a hand towel before heading downstairs to where her brother was waiting for her. The bottle was sat down alongside the revolver, the hand towel folded carefully over Alex's knee as she sat herself demurely in one of the two chairs.