Fine, be a stubborn arse with a head ache, she bites in her head.

"Yes. Alex Price. She was here?" That seems peculiar. She doesn't really recall having ever come to the bar until just before she was shot.

Her eyebrow quirks a bemused question. "She called you the Gene Genie, did she? Melted that cynical copper's heart, straight away I'd wager."

She brings her glass back and thunks it down on the table before him, clearing asking for another refill. The wobble is back in her step. "You did a lot for her that day."