There might not have been a good way, but that was probably the best given the options and the risk in failure. Daisy glared at him a beat longer, giving this scenario some consideration before jerking the door open for this unbelievable asshole. She didn't lead him through to the living room, though, until she had gathered a few more bottles from the fridge-- not that she intended to reward him by playing hostess, fuck no, those were for her. And she needed them to get her head around Alex's fucking Jesus story.
It didn't help calm her down any. By the time she had the empties lined up on Sebastian's coffee table, she was on her knees on the couch with her fists still clenched, now waving ineffectually at the air as she announced, "I hate him I hate him!" That seemed to drain some of the energy out of her and she collapsed back, thumping her fists into the cushions and staring bitterly across the room. She came all the way out here to the middle of the ocean to get away from any more of this bullshit, and the worst of it came looking for her, knowing she couldn't ignore it.