No no, I didn't mean it like that sort of drink-- [Morgan sighs and stops, realizing she sounds enough like an idiot as it is -- it just doesn't make sense. Mind, she never saw what West's "technique" was for getting guys when they were in Venice, but this still seemed a little -- well, sudden. And unusual.]

Oh damnit.

[It dawned on her. Turbulence. They probably took on water after all. So do I just ride it out and make the best of it or tell him? How would that make a person feel, though?]