Ava folded her arms as she considered his words. To be honest, it had looked as though he hadn't been tortured at all when she looked out that peephole. It kind of pissed her off and at the same time made her feel a little relieved.

At the mention of drinks though, she walked toward the door, unlocked the various locked and pulled open the door before holding out her hand for the bottle of whiskey.

"I fully plan on throwing you out afterwards," she said simply - mostly because she can and she would need some sleep. And she was, if a bit, pissed off at him for looking so damn good for a fucking dead guy.