[ She nods. It's just barely that she coasts by-- she is just trying to focus on the feeling of the booze in her rather than the intense fear.
And honestly she doesn't want to lose her cool too bad around Calliope either: so she stays cheerful. But for all her forced smiles, she can't really disguise the slow, stumbling way she speaks. ]
Good. I won't go bug him now, but later I'm gonna go harass that dumb boy. You'll have to show me. But-- Janey and Jake are just fine. I got a sense for this kinda shit, a spidey sense, an internal clock, a radar deep in my fuckin' soul. And all arrows direct our eyeballs to a solid fucking north, a single point on the horizon, and the stars have aligned to spell out the message of "those dorks are just fine".