She cocks her head at him, mildly disappointed that that's the first thing Alex says in response to what she just laid out for him. Sure, she thinks, he's allowed to process in whatever way he wants, but there's also just sidestepping the issue entirely and not processing. That's what she worries about.

She reaches out to rest her hand on his knee and give it a squeeze, gives him a meaningful look. They're going to talk about this, about his father and what happened. In his time, but it's happening.

Her lips purse and she takes another healthy sip of whiskey before deciding to set it down on the coffee table again.

"No. Rosa broke into the Pony to steal booze and I caught her. Rosa told me. And then Guerin realized the secret was out and said he'd wanted to tell me, but..."

She sighs and shakes her head. "I was ticked."