"What - from me? Dude, I'd be even more useless. You're not getting me anywhere near that freaky shit." She holds her hands up quickly, universal sign of surrender. She jams the door open with an empty bottle - clearly they're not the first to drink up here, and she doubts they'll be the last - there's no way in hell she's getting stuck up here.

The illusion of freedom is better than nothing, and for someone who's far more used to open spaces than confined rooms, the space up here is a godsend. She can't see the boundaries, and that alone makes her feel a little more comfortable. Comfortable enough to maybe get through this without making things worse, with any luck.

"Chill, I'm not going to jump down your throat." She gives him a quick shrug as she leans against the wall, sliding down into a seated position and settling down before going back to the wine. At least she's using the glass this time? So much classier. "This ain't the spanish inquisition, I just wanted to hang. Don't look so stressed, okay?"