"...sure." Daisy pushes her glass a little in front of her.

Maybe it does matter, maybe even she knows it. But it's become easier to put the distance between herself and Crabb-as-Crabb, as opposed to Crabb as a figure of... something. (Something Daisy never really was.)

She sighs. "If you can keep her off my back if an accident happens, and you're nuts enough to risk it, I— could probably teach you something. I guess."