A soft, sad smile.
"Nah. I'm not gonna pull a. Uh. Morgan. I'll let y'all know, if." She says, fiddling more with her bag. Shaking her head. "Like I said, I'll let things and the city....and the people decide if I'll stay. So, lay on me those hot spots Chase." she frown at herself, brows furrowed, as she mouths the words she just said.
"Yes!" she says, smile back, "Boooooooze. Mmmmmm. God I loooove me some good shit. Like this!" thrusting her bottle up into the air. "Hard stuff. I'm not smart enough to do wine-wine. Like the fancy people wine, like box wine sure, chug'a'lug." she shorts.
"I've been a wanderer, grew up around Detroit though. Then went north, and south and west. All over." she nods, bobbing along. If the bottle was fuller, it might have sloshed out.