She could've pushed him. She felt ready to, felt that temptation to shove him around and make it a real brawl. She knows exactly how overfought her body is already, and that's never stopped her before. But he's right in a way –– they did click, there is something there she connects with –– and she can work with that.

She stays exactly where she is.

"If you wanna drink and smoke and pal around the countryside, that's fine by me," she replies, tightly. "But nothing's going to change who I am. I guarantee you that folder doesn't have the whole story."

Threat, warning, mea culpa, it all works.