The bow is met with a fresh tension in her shoulders and grip on her glass as Abigail is caught off guard by the gesture, but the wink that follows eases the flash of worry. Being social is not her forte.

With a half chuckle born of relief and amusement at the uncomfortable situation she has found herself in that has placed her literally back to a wall, she answers, "Afraid not. I would need a dangerously high blood alcohol level to even consider it."