"Wound up. Used to it. Without another outlet." All supplied helpfully before Kalinda tips back and finishes the contents of her bottle. She orders another shot, because she needs it. ("Needs.") She nods a little solemnly. "I get it. Just..."

Her lips press together and Kalinda folds her hands together on the bar. "Never mind." She's not good at saying things like people would miss you if you got killed. It's too obvious for note anyway, really.