On hearing his agreement, she pulled out a second bottle and turned over a glass, pouring the alcohol in straight, without ice. Since he'd stepped closer, she picked up both glasses a moment later and moved out from behind the bar, holding the second out to him. Once he took it, she offered a small quirk of her lips. "I propose a toast. To people being just as stupid here as they are back in LA."
At the question, she weighed her thoughts quickly, then gave a negligent shrug of her shoulders. "Fine, as always." Far from the truth, but this Wes didn't need that tidbit of information. She trusted him completely...but at the same time, she didn't trust him with her. Gesturing with one hand towards where her laptop sat closed on the coffee table, the faint smirk widened into a grin.
"You saw tonight, I'm keeping busy occasionally. Always fun to point out flaws in the good guys' routine, and to poke at sleeping bears and the like. It's amazing what a few words can do." She gave a small roll of her eyes, then moved towards the couch to sit at one end, one leg absently tucking underneath her, an almost girlish movement, and one she only made because she was more or less used to him seeing other sides of her.