[She shakes her head. It's Meg's wine, technically. Fortescue is only sharing it, and there's still a bottle left.

If she drinks much more, she worries about her ability to get back to her room.]

Why, thank you. I feel the same way. Not many people do frowns well. [Fortescue considers.] Mostly, just men with nicely chiseled jaws, I think.