She raised the arm she'd moved back to check for the corkscrew to catch his jacket, but she didn't look through it. Trust? Maybe. Pride? More likely. She set it on the table beside her, either way. Even if there were knives in it, he wasn't getting to them.

"I don't know, I think you just need to be patient with him. But, Maggie's pretty high strung. I think the combination makes it hard for them. But, they're trying, and that's what's important." She explained, taking another drink before continuing. "And, I'm assuming there was absolutely no malice toward Maggie or Tommy in choosing her as the subject of this point." There was irritation apparent in her voice, but it was better that she didn't try to hide it than to do so and fail.