[She polishes off her drink, then glances around.] I'd suggest another round, but, I'll confess, I can't hold my liquor well, and I don't think it'd be a great start to a working relationship for you to have to take me home totally sloshed and put me to bed.

[It's only after she says it that she realizes it could be taken the wrong way.] I mean... uh. [There's really not a good way to reword that, not that she can think of, not after two G&Ts. Woops. Note to self: don't have more than one drink in Arthur's company if you can help it.]