"Yeah, I did." It's not the being in charge that's the problem. It's remembering the look in the guy's eyes, like he wasn't sure he actually wanted to be there, and remembering how she hadn't cared at the time. It had been so easy not to care. She's not sure why, in retrospect; now, she's horrified by it.

Thinking of it makes the tea sit wrong in her stomach. She wants to talk about anything else suddenly, anything but the possibility that she betrayed someone else like that. After a pause, she says quietly, "You said you were drunk. Like, really drunk."