"Wasn't talking about you getting your ass fired, Wes." She's talking about turning her over to the Council, about never giving a fuck, about things that he hasn't even done yet from his perspective. Unfair, sure, but that's just how the bitter cookie crumbles. "And can you two quit talking about me like I'm not here? Jesus, it was just the Bo-- just Wilkins. I'm fine."

The long, long swallow she takes of tequila (and the way she's letting Godric keep touching her, even with Wes there to watch) belies that, though. She's not fine, and it's obvious.