Yeah, sure. So Mary tried getting a little more stoned and then begged Judas to fuck her in the ass and pull her hair. No, that wasn't happening. She had go get away from every single person right now, maybe lock herself in a room until all this passed.
Which it had to. It had to pass.
She looked at Judas but couldn't (or didn't want to) articulate any of that. She still tasted like him. So she shook her head and then moved quickly towards the door and out into the still warm night. Maybe she'd just run until her legs got too tired.