Someone may have been hoping for some kind of still-flailing Freudian slip, tbh.

What she got was something that gave her a little tug in her chest, and she focused instead on inspecting her liquor cabinet for a bit of inspiration.

"Okay," she said, "I think I got it. Here." A couple glasses from the cupboard, ice from the freezer, water from the fridge, and she handed the to Chiana to take out to the living room. "Just give me a few minutes to mix it up."

And even better than a moment to herself to process was a moment to herself to focus entirely on something else!