“The same way everybody else got everything tonight, I guess. So it's yours?” After all that rigamorale to get the bartender's attention, she waves him away when he comes toward them now, shifting so she's sitting on the barstool instead of kneeling on it, hooking the heels of her boots at one leg of the thing. She's already tugging the chain around so she can get at the clasp to unstring the ring from her necklace, adding, “It is really lovely-- I didn't want it to get lost or something before I could return it to whoever it belongs to.”