[She gives a quiet laugh at that, but it holds some strain. She pushes away from the wall, her expression carefully blank.]
Vodka would be good tonight. I think I will change out of... this, in the meantime.
[She motions down at the kimono she wears. Which she's coming to love, but tonight... she's already feeling strange enough and this is not her. So she'll curl up in something warm and familiar. Perhaps steal another of Clint's shirts, one that smells like him. And then promptly try to forget the rest of it for the night.]
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Vodka would be good tonight. I think I will change out of... this, in the meantime.
[She motions down at the kimono she wears. Which she's coming to love, but tonight... she's already feeling strange enough and this is not her. So she'll curl up in something warm and familiar. Perhaps steal another of Clint's shirts, one that smells like him. And then promptly try to forget the rest of it for the night.]