You went to a bar, to clear your thoughts. You where in a toxic relationship with Graves, so you where didn't care if someone spiked your drink and took you home. You where used to it. You snapped at Price for saving you.

"Maybe I'd treat you better if you where real and not some bullshit version of yourself always pushing my boundaries! Let me tell you, no one in the Task Force cares who you are." He said sternly. "How powerful, how hot. So you might as well just stop the act."