Yeahhh. [She cringes, and takes another swig from her bottle.] It's really sad. It's just so much work to try and convince someone that you're actually a good person when they expect and believe the opposite. Can't really blame your... friend?

[She says that last part cautiously, with an upward inflection that makes her sound less than confident.]

Huh!

[She's picked up on that lack of confidence and it... doesn't really sit well with her. Then the question comes and that makes her laugh awkwardly.] Yeahhh, I might have... some weed in there. [She says, holding up her wrist and turning it.] We threw a dead guy off a mountain. I needed it.

[She says with a dismissive flick of her hand, as though throwing a dead guy off a mountain is very normal and only mildly inconvenient.]