[Lick, slam, lime. It's honestly pretty smooth, given the grade of tequila he's used to. He snorts and laughs at Christine's comment.]

Then why did you agree to it?

[Still, he scoots the margarita towards her. He'd ordered it for a reason.]

Tomorrow? Day after? We don't exactly have a lot of time, and half of us are still missing memories - it's not going to be easy either way.