I'm safe and at a bar. [Said with drunken conviction, although now she's sitting down because she knows, somehow, that's he's not happy with her. It's hard to make out any sort of distinction in his tone, but she just knows. Which isn't good. Her eyes shut as she tries to sort out her options.]

Don't be mad, it's okay. Mm, please don't be. Mad. I could take a cab, maybe. The schedule, though. [She squints, laughs a little tiny bit.] Cabs don't have schedules, do they. Meant the train. But I don't wanna get on the train.