She noted his disinterest and nodded to herself before sliding him one last drink. "We can get you a new one. It's not the same ... but? My dad taught me to shoot, so I have a couple in my apartment." she watched him quietly, understanding what he was going through.
"Always. It'll help. Finish your drink. I'll finish mine then we'll head down." she finished hers in short order, and paid the tab, before dumping the fries and stretching. "Whenever you're set." she said, knowing how frustrated he must be.