[ Sam's already grinning at him like a doof, snorting a laugh and shaking his head. ]

I know she's not. Rogers could probably bench press her. [ which is saying something, because Steve looks like a twig. ] It's a joke.

[ polishing off his glass once again, and going right towards filling it back up, despite the happy, floaty kind of buzz stuffing up his head. Sam's also a proud graduate of the Kara Thrace School of Unreasonable Lack of Drinking Limitations, topping off Ren's glass as well, since he's here and has the bottle. may as well, it just makes sense, okay? ]

Well, since I was mean, then you tell her something nice. So she's not pissed in her sleep.