"Relax." she chuckled softly. "If I were any more relaxed right now, I'd be dead."<br/>She shook her head sightly, passing over the typical feeling to scold herself at the awful irony. Her eyes looked him over, admiring the muscles that pressed against his t-shirt before leaning all her weight on the post. His word made her a little angry, though she wasn't sure if it was because he stood there stating the obvious, or shew as just having trouble properly placing her emotions.<br/>"I don't know why someone would want me dead - I'm a pain in the ass sure, but I can't imagine I've grinded someone's gears that much - I mean really, there can't possibly be an explanation for something so-" her words came flying out - quick, but not panicked - all smashed together until she came to an abrupt pause, her mouth stuck as her eyes remained straight ahead, the colour rushing from her cheeks.<br/>His mention of food brought her back, looking at him and standing up, her finger over her lip with a gentle head nod.<br/>"A drink. Yeah... Why didn't I think of that."<br/>Her tone was a little sarcastic, but still serious - honestly wondering why the thought had not hit her until now. She was still uncomfortable, not necessarily by him (completely), but with the whole situation.<br/>"This whole thing stinks." she said, pushing the door open for them.<br/>She wasn't shy about her tone. She hoped he pick up on her suspicion, knowing that this was a little too out of the ordinary for someone, even with being through what he had. But she didn't point a finger. She simply reached up in the cupboard, passing all the other bottles of Johnie Walker's, Glenlivet, Patron, and Herradura. Her hand moved around a little, way above her and out of sight until she felt it - the long, narrow bottle of the best thing they had. A sleek, unopened bottle of William's Chase gin. Her nails picked at the plastic seal, tearing it gracefully and tossing it into the trash with a minor flick. She cracked it open and let it sit as she pulled down two glasses and a tray of ice. She quickly filled her glass with little more than a shot's worth and downed it before pouring another and offering him the bottle.<br/>"This is the only thing we get into if we're looking to drink with a tolerance of normal people."<br/>She smiled faintly, looking at the intricate details of black swooning up the clear class. She didn't know what else to say, and was happy he took the initiative to begin on the much needed subject. As rude and she didn't mean to be, her tone was still a little sharp, almost upset in even keel with her staying surprisingly calm. It was fairly amazing and couldn't even be blamed on the gin. But she reminded herself she was a firm believer in certain things - some things can't be helped and she hoped there was a reason. At this point, no matter who it was, someone was clearly playing with glass checker pieces and there way nothing she could do about it.<br/>"What would I even tell them? "Hey guys, didn't know who else to call but some guy who returned my wallet just killed someone who was after me. No big deal.""<br/>She added a cube to her tumbler and began sipping, the crisp cold dulling the ache growing in her head. But she had almost had it. Police get stuck in the crossfire? Who talks like that?<br/>"They're police - it's what they do. Are you in the middle of some kind of war or something?"<br/>Things were beginning to feel more and more off. There was new tension in the air she just wasn't believing. Something was off about him now, and she was tired of playing games - especially the more she drank.<br/>"Derek - or, Gabe, or Paul, or whoever the hell you are - what is going on." she demanded, her hand firmly on the counter, eyes stern and straight at him.