[ Roxy sighs and, against her better judgement, opens the soda and takes a big swig. She looks at him pointedly, as if to say "are you happy now"? and slams the drink down on the table. ]

Thanks. [ She says sarcastically, though she actually means it deep down. He's just looking out for her and she knows that. Doesn't make her want a hard drink any less, but it does help to distract her.

Feeling guilty, she adds: ] ... I mean it. I know you're just lookin' out for my best interests n' shit like you always do. And, y'know, I'm sorry for what went down back in the Medium. That whole kerfluffle was such a goddamn clusterfuck, shit.