"I'm not gonna get caught," Girl says with all the foolish confidence of youth. "I wouldn't ask ya to get me out anyway. Do they do the one phone call in this country? 'Cause I got someone to call to bail me out. You don't gotta worry 'bout bein' an emergency contact."

She thinks that sounds reassuring, like it's absolving him of further responsibility. Or that it makes her sound responsible, having a viable back up plan. Even if that plan was just to call in a sob story to her uncle.

Girl takes the cup with a grin, raising it in a mock cheers before taking a healthy drink. She pauses a moment to pretend to savor it, humming and tilting her free hand back and forth. "It doesn't taste like a battery, I'll give ya that." She takes a longer drink. "Pretty nice, actually."