"About as good as they can be without getting boring," Wichita admits, idly letting her arm swing by her side, her grip on the bottle never loosening. Things with Columbus are comfortable, at this point, but she's not exactly restless either. If anything, she's feeling somewhat out of her element, especially where the whole comfort factor is concerned. Before he'd come along, she'd never really pictured herself committing to anyone, much less him. "I thought about getting my own room for a while, but - it's better, this way," she adds quickly, averting her gaze as a breeze blows some dark pieces of hair against her cheek.