Part of her wishes he would notice. For no other reason than to force the conversation about her self-destructive ways to something less about her. More productive. Or at least far more satisfying than trying to duck and dodge having to give an explanation, which she's going to try doing anyway.

With him closer and on her level, her eyes flick from him to the bottle, listening to what he was saying before hoisting herself into an upright position. She considers her words and knew that what she had to say wouldn't matter. Ms. Fiercely Strong & Independent didn't want to tell him that Mathias was eating away at her, more and more with each passing day.

And looking at Doc as he tries so hard to get her to reason, Wynonna can't help but wonder why he even cares. He has enough to worry about between Malcolm and the rest of the house he's taken responsibility for. Much like he did her and her sister. Only something told her it was more than some feeling of duty.

"That's why I took them," Her voice is even and slightly defensive. "I couldn't sleep." I haven't been sleeping.

Wynonna reaches down and grabs her jeans, shoving her legs into them and standing up to hitch the button and do up the zipper. She looks at him again before heading into the kitchen to make some coffee.

"And this place was doing shit to you and me and everyone else before I even took them. Anyway, they gave me nightmares. Bad ones."