Skwisgaar simply shook his head and gave her a small, knowing smile, sitting up with his feet on the floor. "You ain't the one who trieds to slit his throat in my bathroom. You gots off lucky dis times." He joked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, squeezing lightly. "You gots to take cares of dem boys, huh? You make sures dey don't suffocates demselves, dats is your job now. You gots dat roadie knowings, you use dats. I swear I believes all of you guys is like, some sorts of a psychic to know when dangers is a happen. Don't lose dats, huh?"