Her father's fire in her flares when he starts talking like she's walked into a grocery store and ruined his life, but she quickly tempers it with the knowledge that he has a point. This is going to be hard, and she can't let herself get worked up over every little thing that's said between now and when she inevitably gets booted out of this place. He's Coop's best friend and he has a right to be mad, even if she wants to tell him he doesn't know anything about her or what happened.

"Sorry to trouble you," she says, and she means it. She hadn't meant for this trip for wine to become so exhausting, and she's betting neither did he. "I've got a place." She watches him gathering up his bags and bottles and nods. "I don't want to keep you," she starts, giving him the out. He can tell Coop whatever he wants; it's not her right to dictate what he can and can't do from here. She would have liked to talk to him herself without any interruptions, but that's out of her hands.