We'll discuss her punishment later, Bigby. The last thing we need to do is to be rash. Someone almost got shot and — please, the last thing we need are cops.

[ There's a low growl in her voice. She's stressed and drunk, the last thing she wants to do is be too soft or too harsh. There's a tension that eats away at her and she's stuck collecting her things and putting her purse on the coat rack in the entranceway of their apartment. She mouths to Bigby as he walks away thank you.

However, her eyes shoot back to the boy when she asks him about his name. ]

Yato. Shower's down the hall to the right. [ She can't piece together if he had showered before, but she offers it to him with a cold, but sympathetic glare. ] It's there for you now, if you need it.

[ When Jade questions her, she feels a pang of guilt. She'll explain why later and discuss how she won't drink that much again. It's not the alcohol that bothers her, but the innate fear that she'll end up bottling it like her father did. She has more control. Right?

Elizabeth sees her table in shatters - the few decorative centerpieces of plastic she got on sale a year ago now broken on the floor. She directs her attention to Jade: ]

I'm tired, Jade. You were suppose to spend the night at your friends house, right? You can ... you can do that, but tomorrow — we'll discuss punishments.