Lisbeth's caught off guard by the sudden contact, but she doesn't wince or pull away, the corner of her mouth tugging up ruefully instead. "I'm not grinning," she tries to state, for the general record of whatever entities were likely recording things.

She takes another quick swallow of her drink and listens more easily now, looser from alcohol and having been able to actually say something.

It's a different, more bittersweet smile that shifts over her face now. "I think if I weren't so sweet on some guy, I'd kiss you," she says, and tosses the rest of her drink back. "Fine, fucking right. I will." She shrugs. "I was going to anyway, but maybe I'll be less tragic."