"I was thinking fuck off and ignoring everything, but sure. If that makes you feel most comfortable." Kalinda shrugs her shoulders. She slips into conversation the same way he does, like it's been only a few minutes. She doesn't ask how're you doing, Don not because she doesn't care, but because she doesn't have to ask to figure it out. And he doesn't need her to ask to show her.

She orders scotch and stares out at the buildings. "It's not a bad place to meet women, though." The St. Kelley's Memento party, that is. And yes, she did just say that to see what sort of a reaction she'll get.