Darrow glanced over sidelong, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his grin, "You know, I don't think I do know how it is. Tell me, this little distraction have a name or did that slip by along with the time?" And maybe it was sharper than she meant it to be, but...well, that prickle at her temple had indeed been a headache brewing, and it was honestly just the cap off to an already bad day.
Still. Everything aside, no sense taking it out on him. What was done was done, and he was coming along willingly enough (she'd give Luke this: he was one of her easier regular pick-ups, when things actually went to shit enough to call her in). Deep breath in, out through the nose, and once more. Rough day, unfortunate but easy enough evening. It was fine. She'd be sleeping on the cot in her office with this - they were spread too thin, today of all days, for her not to - but, that had been her plan anyway. The bottle in her office would just need to be put on hold for now.
She let a beat pass before she responded to his inquiry about the cost. She liked to think she was fair, in most cases. Didn't mean making him sweat for all of a second was going to hurt anything. "A night being the best damn tenant you've ever been in those cells," she answered flatly. "And showing up before services at the infirmary for the next month and a half. Think you can manage that curfew?" No mention of the fine, and if he was smart, he'd follow along.