She would toast him with wine if she still had a full glass. Her chin juts out proudly, her shoulders straight, and the anger melts into something else - unstoppable determination.

"That's a good declaration - I agree." Her gaze flicks down to his mouth - in the worst of times, clearly - and she notices them after he's licked them.

"You've got something," she murmurs, gesturing to the left corner of her lips. "There." It's a droplet of wine still sitting, unfairly perched on his lower lip.