Harriet stoically took the glass and knocked it back in one. The burn was nowhere near substantial enough for her liking - at this moment in time she would have preferred a drink that burnt away her memories but she would face this as she had everything else in life: with several more brandies inside her. It would be best to do that in her own home though, less she say something she couldn't take back.

"I think it's best if I leave. There's nothing else to say on the matter."

Until they announced something else that was...