that doesn’t mean what you think it means

The voice drew her out of her daydream, Vai glancing up to see a man with a face half bathed in shadow. She offered him a lopsided smile, leaning back on one hand and raising an eyebrow. ”Reckon you could try,” she said, nodding at the empty spot of sand just beside her as if to invite the stranger to sit himself down. One might consider it a bit worrying, to be approached by a man in the dead of the night without end, but... hell, Vai had lived through way too much to care unless he pulled a knife on her or something. ”Go on then,” she invited, lifting the bottle but not quite holding it out for him. ”I’m all ears. Talk me out of it.” Because of course she wasn’t about to make it easy - what would be the fun in that? He would have to work for her hard earned alcohol. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe