Rolling her eyes was painful at the moment, but Juno managed to do it all the same at the man's reply. Of course she didn't mean in general, they had all gotten fucked in general - but right now, on this particular instance, he seemed to have gotten away unscathed. More power to him. When he mentioned Marco, Juno raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"You're Owen. He let you sleep." She stated, unsure whether to be surprised or not. As far as she remembered, Marco had said he wasn't going to go through with antagonizing him, so it made sense. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her hands. "Listen I, uh, I read the shit that was said on my vote post. Um...thanks for, you know, what you said. Not knowing me and all, you could've not given a fuck."
After what she had just said, accepting any more help from Owen seemed like the wrong thing to do, even though it might take her a while to be able to stand on her own. Then there was the risk of throwing up all over the guy, and the fact that she had effectively broken one of her own rules and gotten to that state because of it. She didn't deserve any help. But if she didn't take his help, she would run the risk of staying out here for hours. Juno glanced up, sighing. "No, I really don't deserve help with this shit. I'm hungover; it's on me."