"Two! Holy cow!" Matilda yelps, because wherever Garrot's yelling, Matilda's probably going to be yelling somewhere nearby too. "Come on, that's no fair about the tab! Split it with me!" Being wealthy's like, the only thing she has going for her. He can't take her thunder like that. She trades the bartender her empty glass for a new monster margarita, her entire complexion already reddened from the drink, and she's a little louder than she usually is-- and assertive! Look at that!