She fished her bottle from between her bosom and knees and took a deep draw from it. Sighing as the, now warmed, Scotch slid smoothly down her throat. "I was considered a barbarian, or a savage, by the people of Britain. Some considered me the devil, because I was a woman, in trousers and fighting 'like a man'. And that was all while I was alive. Now? I'm a bloody politician." And she hated it. The word alone needed washed out of her mouth, she took another swallow, swished it around in her mouth. She wasn't a politician here though. Here procuress of fine booze.
Bryn did notice that Edward finished his bottle. And couldn't help but grin. "Are you going to entertain us by boldly going over there and getting another bottle, possibly earning another blush from our friend here, or should I be a good hostess and get it for you?" She couldn't resist teasing Jacob just a little while she flirted with Edward. It was a lighter subject, and one that didn't delve into secrets and force deep thought.