[Calliope smiles at her little rant. As usual, some of the words don't make sense, but the sentiment is easily understood.]
Good! That's certainly reassuring. Don't worry about me, either; I'm just fine.
[What also can't be hid about Roxy is the way she smells. There's the breathy booze smell and then there's that moment where it almost seems to be coming out of the pores and it is unavoidable. Not that Calliope is troubled by this, but she knows that her friend may not be at her most alert.]