"Please." She will grab it and down it in a matter of seconds. Don't worry, Zoe - she'll replace it. "I mean - God, that's the sort of thing I'd wear if I was swing-dancing home alone with Evan, and by swing-dancing, in this case, I mean foreplay, and--" She goes paler. "Oh god. Oh god- but- she's Evan's age! And having sex with-- I don't want to think about this."