"Like hell they would. We're pretty much dispensable music machines to them." She says that much with a distinctive bitter edge. The events of the past months have worn down her already sour opinion of the labels themselves. Wolfram's disappearance and subsequent lack of communication, the rampant fear of her label that soured her own opinion of herself and her manager's disappearance were all compounding together now.

Plus she's drunk. Being drunk really helps.