<em>Get very, very drunk.</em>Was her first response, but she still had enough of a filter to not let it past her lips.  Thoughts rolled around she watched him to see if he were joking, and apparently, he wasn't.  Or he was one hell of a liar.<br/><br/>"I make it through this, and I don't think I'll be back in here..." She looked around now, nervous.  "And thanks for the compliment you slipped in there at the end." She took a few slow, measured breaths fighting down the urge to just bolt.  When came to fight or flight, she preferred to run like hell.