[Nothing about Beau is ever going about things the right way. It's about going at things the wrong way so often it eventually becomes some kind of path until she hits the wall of what should be a moral decision. It's worked so far, and by 'worked', she means 'hasn't killed her'. All of this is to say, she's scowling at her stone as he speaks, even if she isn't yelling until he's done.]

I mean, the Denny was made with an idea that everybody needed a goddamn drink, which is still true.

[But she gets what he's saying, even if she dislikes hearing a stranger peg her like this.]

I dunno. Doesn't feel like you could make anything here. 'Ss not home. Should't be, y'know? We're all gonna leave eventually.

[Beau inhales, like she's conceding at gunpoint.]

But I guess we need stuff to do in the meantime. So we don't just go crazy.