She opens her mouth, halfway into what's becoming a habitual recantation before she stops and sharply switches gears.

"Jus' shut your mouth."

For the love of peace.

"I wasn't complainin'. An' I didn't mean it that way."

Voice still calm, though not as even as it was before. He's dismissing her, and that is more insulting than anything else. She smooths her clothes into place and steps away from the wall, leaving not because he told her to but because now she wants to.

"For your information, I enjoyed tonight up until this... fiasco. I can't possibly know what's goin' on in your head. And, for the record, what I said before — 'bout what I grew up 'expectin''? — wasn't an ultimatum. I was jus' openin' up t'you. I ain't ever gonna have that. An' I don't expect it, not from you or anybody else. If I did, I wouldn't be here. But I am here. With you, as it happens. Not any of the nameless dudes who've come after me before."

Once the words are out she thinks shit, he'll probably take that the wrong way too. But until they figure out how to go about understanding each other, there's nothing to be done for it. She heads for the door, leaving him to his whiskey and his sleep.