Of course she wouldn't leave. Holiday had her picks of the lot that she helped when she could. Friends. Allies. People who had made an impression. Those were the ones she wanted to win and she fought for them every time, not herself. It seemed that Hawkeye was now included in their number whether she consciously realized it or not.

She didn't disagree with his actions, of course. Things like that just didn't work here. This was a different world that was hard to adapt to, but adaptation was needed to get anything done. A certain level of selfishness and insanity was also needed, alcohol working overtime as reinforcement. He would learn, adapt, figure out this terrible world. He just needed help for the time being and then he would be as okay with it as she is.

Rebecca's arms catch him as he stumbles back and rams into her. She doesn't bother with any sort of reply or comeback. Just finds her feet again and begins to run along their same path as before. He can thank her later. If he didn't, well, she'd live. This was a victory for her.