"...Please tell me you're joking," was all she offered to James before she managed to shake off the sticky feeling of imagining Tesla nearby. Still unsure.

As for the toast, she managed to raise her glass to wait, frowning at her drink as she heard the proposal. She wasn't entirely sure what that meant, how good of a thing it might actually be, and more than one strange expression crossed her face. Reminded of her talk with Galadriel yet again, she took a very long sip to distract herself.

"Better than the alternative, I guess."

One day, she would stop cracking jokes about being dead, right when she finally came to terms with it. Knowing her, that would be a while.