Okay. Maybe a little over-ambitious. [She slumps a little, and opens another bottle of beer. The sauce-move gets him a raised eyebrow. There are about a handful of Types of Men who'd still flirt with her after some of the stuff she's admitted to, and most of those types are the kind to handle with caution. Not that she handles anything with caution.]

What about something smaller-scale. More direct. Can you tell how many Revenants are left in Purgatory? [Most of them, she's assuming, fled when she killed Bobo. The ones still in and around the town are either dumb enough to think they can take her own, or just that damn good at hiding- probably a mix of the two, really.]

If I can keep the town clear, that gives everyone a safer base of operations. Plus whatever slipped through the gate when Willa- when that happened. [When she shot her own sister. Justifiable homicide, maybe- but sororicide isn't exactly an easy thing to process. Or get over. Or not soak yourself in guilt and whiskey over.

Speaking of.] "I'm getting us something stronger."