Jess sneers at his approval, rejecting his note as a conclusion she would have come to herself.

"Bring me more of this." Her booze is raised, gamely sipped and then thunked on the table. She gets to her feet, keeping both hands on the table to avoid an ungainly spill. The liquor hits her once she's standing, sloshing to the front of her skull. Her blood feels like lead, her eyes like steel marbles in her head. Jess blinks the mild vertigo away, taking up her glass and trudging for the couch.