Meg frowned down into her glass now. It suddenly wasn't as fun as it had been a minute ago. She pushed her hair out of her face, realizing she looked pissed off and not caring suddenly.
"In theory," she said, slowly. She watched him fumble with the bottle for a moment. "But without Lucifer I don't see how it would have worked."
She paused. "It was Lucifer I followed, not the. . .need for the Apocalypse itself. I didn't want the world to end. I want -"
Meg stopped and took a gulp of her drink. She could have bitten her tongue off for saying even that much.