[Una hesitates. She's already going to be in enough trouble, and she shouldn't be admitting—bragging?—about her little adventure to anyone, much less someone on security. But maybe it's the whiskey, or the fact that she's just happy to be chatting with another woman, one she finds she already likes; she glances aside, slightly embarrassed, but with the slightest smirk too.]

I confess—I've had a few words with him myself. Rather...emphatic words.