Oh, I believe it. The whole town should want to mass exodus, that's not the distinction.

[She tilts her head, raising her shoulder and feigning a coyness that she hopes will find its way under Jefferson's skin.] I just want it more than you.

[And you, Jefferson, remind her of a less confident, less charismatic, less vivacious version of someone she holds very dear to her heart. He gets a very slow, appraising look as she lifts her drink to her lips.] Nice outfit.