"Oh, so I am in hell. That settles that question," she says, tossing back the last of the shot she got in place of water. Maybe alcohol will wash the pain away. Though, would Hell even have booze?

"Do you actually want a list, Bobo? Because I could make a list," she mutters. "I mean there was all the attempted murder. And the actual murder. And Willa. You want me to keep going?" Pause. "After I have that fucking water."

She is, noticeably, not reaching for Peacemaker. Because it isn't fucking there. So maybe it is Hell.