"Not by choice."

At least not in the vast sense of it.

In the little sense, she's standing here without being tied up or shackled and gagged. She walked into this place. She forgot some of her reservations through the blind tasting, and her reservations here don't even have to do with them. But it's so much easier to point at the more obvious annoyance.

Then, without any waiting pause.

"I could pick anyone here, I guess.
It's not like it's going to matter."