And far better prepared for the shit that gets slung our way. [That's Margo in a nutshell. It doesn't mean she truly believes she has the answers. Most of the time she doesn't. That doesn't mean she won't try to keep a square peg out of a round hole if there's even a glimmer of a chance she can shove it in there.

She's stubborn.

And she's tired.

Margo turns, waving the bartender over.]

Another round for us. I fear an existential crisis may be ahead of us, after all. So keep 'em coming. [Even if they're horrible, as long as it works.]