[Oh. That takes her by surprise, and she sinks back a bit.]

That's not something you have to worry about. I don't do things I don't want to do, it's that simple. And my rule is this: Remember that this isn't a favor. We see eye to eye and we've got an opportunity to help each other out. It's a friendly agreement, and I do mean friendly.

[When a man asks for help, you help him—she's just saving them both the trouble of asking. Or, rather, she's offering instead of asking. Both of them could get by without the other, and she'd put money that she needs him more than he needs her. At least her knack for charming others can actually be useful, here. There's gotta be useful stuff in that gift shop.

She stands up on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his cheek.]

This isn't the Hunger Games, is what I'm saying.

[For the moment, she retreats, but not before tapping a finger to the bottom of the water glass.]

Pitter patter. I'm off to clean up, so you focus on sobering up.

[And with that she heads off to the bathroom. She's still covered in blood and I keep forgetting about it so now she's just gonna shower rq.]