Even drunk, Molotov is upset by how angry he is, upset in the way that she wants to make him feel better. She rubs at his back, wraps her arms around him and somehow avoids spilling cider all over them.

"Calm down, baby," she murmurs, glaring at the Avox for daring to anger her Tom this way. "Don't be angry, we'll just... we'll just wait." She drops her voice a whisper, nuzzles at his ear. "Don't let them see you this way, don't give them anything negative to talk about."