"Well, yeah, I'm not going to go after innocent people." Collateral. She very nearly said "collateral", but thankfully she's not that tipsy yet. She doesn't actually give a shit about innocent people; she barely gives a shit about the people she knows. "I don't torture animals. Jesus. You're a buzzkill."

He's right; she doesn't like being called out. It makes her uncomfortable not only because she's not at the wheel of this conversation, but because it drives a wedge between the lens of what Dee is and what she thinks she is. She thinks she's practical and normal. She thinks everyone is like this.

"I'd torture animals for weed, though." It's not her favorite drug of choice. "Maybe we can find glue or gasoline around here. It's budget and it's not exactly up to your lavish standards, but if we want to stop talking about serious stuff and start laughing at each others' farts it's great."

She gets up, swaying a little, and starts digging through behind the bar. Maybe there's something that can be used as an inhalant.