[ There's a scoff of indignation when he slows her efforts to destroy one of the few things that could free them. First the painting's trying to control her. Now him? Not! Cool! Time to make her displeasure known. ]

Nothing's worse than being stuck in here! [ She gives a petulant little stomp of her foot. ] Come down from my room and pull us out of here! I think we're near the sixth floor--

[ She stops once she witnesses the punch. That gets a laugh. Look, at least she didn't go for a punch. She was being reasonable!

Regardless, she will not stand for him being rude. He's never allowed to get away with that, after all. She steps in to hiss at him in a lower voice, as if the painting can't hear everything. ]

Also, did I hear you trying to negotiate with her? We're not doing anything! We're done doing anything like--like yesterday!

[ Sex, she means. It's not so easy to talk about when she isn't mildly drunk, and who knows, maybe mildly aphro'd, too. Those mimosas were probably being handed out so freely for a reason. ]

We can't. Let's figure something else out, okay?

[ She tried to sound firm about that. She really did. She vaguely succeeded. ]