Her right eyebrow alone stood up with curiosity at his words. Although she was well aware of what he meant, his explanation hardly sufficed for her. "What'd you smash your face on?" She asked with a smug little smirk, feeling a bit envious about that as well. He'd been managing ways of feeding his self-indulgent needs. The best she could do was get her hands a little hit now and again. Though really, her conversation inspired want for a little release in the form of pain had been something she needed to continue to suppress and find other means of coping through.
"Relax junkie, you'll get your fix." She retorted with a playful smile, though deep down they both knew how true that label held for both of them. "I'm almost done." Her gaze had been as focused as a drunk's possibly could be. Having down nearly half of the bottle that he was now sipping may not have seemed like alot until one considered her light weight, lack of dinner and the potency with which Jacob made his liquor. "There." Finishing forming the little lines and the nearly five by seven inch piece of reflective glass, she carefully held it up above her knees for him to take. Occupied with a cautious like to the razor's edge.