"Depends on who it is." Her eyes go hard as she realizes she's - not tipped her hand, but revealed an ugliness that doesn't play well with everyone. There's something of a personality change that has to happen between when she's with her family and friends and when she's with strangers, a malice that she can let show in one situation and has to stuff down in the other. The combination of alcohol and how at ease he put her made her careless.

Dick.

"Jeez, you're sensitive. It's not like I came here with your biography." She takes a drink to avoid maintaining eye contact, now that he's gotten all intense on her. She wants things to go back to the way they were seconds ago, talking shit about stealing from restaurants and pretending to flirt. "I didn't watch the sci-fi movie of your shitty life."

She fiddles with her pickle and pauses, thinking of how she can try and course-correct, how much empathy she needs to plug into this conversational vending machine until what she wants comes back out. "I'm sorry it was so shitty, though. That sounds nasty."