"What, text?! What kind of a party pooper are you, anyway?"

She's got a shot glass of whiskey, flushed cheeks, there's no way she would be holding any sort of a coherent conversation over text. It's not entirely certain she can do that over video either but it's at least somewhat easier.

"Oh and congratulations on the asshole-removal surgery. A+ decision, cheers." She raises the shotglass and downs it, then holds it off screen to get topped off again. "What're you doin' with your newfound asshole freedom?"