She sighed, slightly angry with the whole situation now, which was obvious with the look on her face. Sam was more important now, that was clear as day. Fine, friends above girlfriends. Whatever. "Yeah, your best friend. Just.. come over if you feel like it, alright? Wouldn't want to take your time away from Sam." She rolled her eyes and pulled away from him, turning to walk away. Here she was, upset, thinking she hurt Sam. She needed Puck, she just wanted him to be around her, but he was obviously more concerned about Sam. Someone who was more than able to take care of himself and maybe he shouldn't get drunk if he couldn't handle it. She was pissed.