Tori kept on trucking because there wasn't any other option. There never had been. What would stopping at any point even have looked like? Laying around sad in bed didn't change anything. Being quiet and choking on her rage and hate and envy didn't do anything, either, aside from make her feel like she was dying slowly. Happiness and boisterousness were active choices that she made every day, even if it meant pretending sometimes. She could and did overlook a lot of things in the pursuit of not being a worthless nobody ignored by everyone and excluded from everything. She was content that her forceful approach had worked with James, and better than expected. She'd never anticipated sitting around sharing drinks with him and him actually looking like it wasn't the most painful thing to which he'd ever been subjected.
Recoiling was an expected reaction from people when she got disgusting in the interest of being funny. Interest and leaning in threw her, and for a moment she was actually still and silent, gaping at him. She grinned. "Just like that. Which alien?" Had she had underwear on, she would have shamelessly yanked the shirt up to show him in more detail the many fascinating things she could do with her ribcage. It was actually her favorite set of bones to manipulate, incredibly versatile. She still thought the "hug and eject" would make her a fantastic assassin. Nobody would see being stabbed mid-hug coming if she approached in the right way. "And my being fun at parties has nothing to do with my bone manipulating." She looked indignant for a moment. The remark about trying too hard she was perfectly content to leave alone.
"What, in your opinion, is a Tori treat? And if you say crackers..." She shook her fist at him, glaring and shaking her head. It ended in a laugh, though, because she couldn't help it. "When. Not if. I caught that. Is that what you think about when I leave, James?" As if he had infinite experience with thinking about things after she left. Clearly she didn't care that it was only their second lesson. Then again, they were sitting around talking like this was perfectly normal. Tori always had a way of never quite meeting a stranger, mostly because she refused to let people put her at arm's length if they'd give her an inch.