Points docked. Her eyes narrow. "What exactly are you gonna do, huh?" she says, all but putting her hands on her hips. "Gonna save me from big grumpy evil by standing there and being manly, and asking stupid questions? Or are you saying you're gonna forcibly carry me outta here? Cause boy, you may be tall and I may be drunk, but I can lay you out, you better believe that." She turns coolly back to the bar and her drink. "I'm staying right here."

This feels a little mean. Not everyone can translate her general attitude to the affection it often actually is; Daniel is dumb as hell, but he's also cute and interesting, and it's not exactly a bad thing knowing such a ridiculous straight-arrow moral compass. She sighs and says, "Where you staying? I'll come find you later and show you how none of my limbs have been detached." She could make such a good joke about her arm here, but again, keeping that shit to herself.