Nah. You're all classy and shit. I'm— ( The pause is definitely verging on a drunken slur, as she tries to string together a sentence. ) I'ma rough-as-guts rural. Not your best bet for girl talk, eh?

( She still sounds cheery, but as she's lying down on the ground, Sarissa's just staring up into the sky, and her expression becomes etched with unhappiness. She's not the best bet for most things. Wasn't even doing so good at being dead.

Still, she injects cheeriness into her voice as she goes on. )

What's Mr. Maisel like?