She shrugs. "You don't normally correct yourself so much. Also, there's no way you'd give up the little symbol that looks like an abstract version of your mask for a yellow scribble."

And he clearly wants to keep the mask. Which doesn't bother her at all.

The struggle to drink around her mask, however, is increasingly getting on her nerves. Having a drink in hand does not help. "Smells like gin. Do you even feel it?" She's not being intentionally rude, just curious.