[She watches as he tears his wrist open to fill her glass and eyes his ability to heal instantly. She can't help it, Rip's a little jealous of that.]

I suppose so.

[She takes her own glass to take a sip and savor it. So far so good anyway..]

Vho is to say I von't hold on to zome of zhem? I'm just.. more flexible zhan most people realize. Ozhervise, I'd be dead.

[She took another sip of her wine, though perhaps.. downing half of it in one go was a little more than a 'sip']

Besides, my 'old vays' ... vould be at odds vith zome of zhe zhings I've been doing anyvay.