"What'd you do to merit said ticked-off-ness? Was it deserved?" Anathema's trying her best to finish the shitty wine as quickly as possible so she can order something better, so her swigs are getting deeper — and as a result, her mood looser, her questions more blunt.

She scrutinises the man over the edge of her drink. Possibly the answer's going to be something horrible, considering the general flavour and outrageousness of his stories sometimes. Worth asking anyway, though.