Judas had turned away from her and back to his beers, and Mary didn't know whether that was good or bad or what other option she wanted.
"I wish we had coke," she muttered, before walking off towards the bathroom. In the mirror she observed the damage, and found that it was just a small cut above her eyebrow and nothing more. It was barely worth the amount of blood it was spilling and she gathered some toilet paper to mop it up.
Looking at herself in the mirror - you piece of shit, you think He'd be proud of you? You think you're living up to what you're supposed to be? You think this is what He'd ask? - she called out to Judas. "Tell me you've got something stronger than shitty beers here!"