Once she had a refill, she watched him as he spoke, arching a skeptical brow. "You always did have a flair for the melodramatic. So who the fuck are you now? Not that I ever really knew who you were to begin with."
When he had his drink, she clinked her glass against his and smirked. She still wasn't too happy to see him here, but the immediate urge to rip his balls off had passed. For now. "Cheer up, buttercup. Things could be worse. Like me, you're probably safer in here. Where you rooming?"