Wait for what? Someone to stick a knife in my back? No thanks. I don't trust a damn one of these shifty eyed assholes.

[Does she trust anyone? The answer is probably no. Turning back to the guy on the floor however--]

...don't worry. They'll replace it. Won't you?

[Not much disagreeing coming from that one right now, since he's still in the danger zone. She can't say she wouldn't love a drink right about now.]