"I could try." No, she couldn't. She would always be a rail. Even without her drinking problem. Still, it was the stubbornness that had her squinting up at him before she gathered all the bits of the cup in a towel and threw them out, then went back to mopping up her mess. Great. She had coffee all over her pants. Now she'd have to do laundry again. Thanks, Clark. Goddamn alien vibrating tentacle dick...

After a moment of musing, she thought she came up with something. "I could get a grappling hook." That should at least keep her from flying off, right?