"Yeah, something like that." Hit Girl stared at the flash a moment, sighing. "Though I guess I didn't figure his number was up just yet. Kinda thought he would have been here until the end, when the war hit."

She chuckled. "Yeah, believe it or not. I kinda feel pretty good. This stuff isn't bad, for alien wine. It's kinda citrusy, but like, with a sort of metallic aftertaste."

Yup, she's drunk and yet still commenting on her actual wares. The store came first, after all.