"Just a glass of wine. Chianti," she said, following behind a fair distance apart. Wine was how she unwound after a hard or difficult night and this just so happened to be both.
When they reached the kitchen, she fell against the counter and let him do all the work. Wandering aimlessly through the kitchen would only mean the wine would take longer to reach her hands. "So where's the rest of the team? It was quiet when I got here. Save for HERBIE, I mean." The robot never knew when to shut up.