"You like to think that, of course, but in the end it doesn't matter, Wes. When everyone is dead and gone, there won't be anyone around to remember that you tried. The sooner you understand that, the happier you'll be, really." It was said with a hint of bitterness, and she lifted her glass for another, longer swallow. Whether or not she believed it was something else she probably wouldn't admit any time soon.
"If it makes you feel any better, you missed the rain of fire back home. Or you haven't gotten to it just yet, at least." There was a lot he hadn't gotten to, but they'd already decided not to talk too much about all that. Shifting so that her whole form faced him, she gave another smile at his words.
"I'm a survivor. Always have been." Until she hadn't, but, hey, she wasn't one to dwell. "And believe it or not, I am very good at my job, so it was relatively easy to insert myself into a firm. And now that a few of those people succumbed to various things here in town - well, let's just say rising through the ranks hasn't taken nearly as long as it did at Wolfram and Hart."