She stares at him, her brows furrowing together as she wraps her fingers around the bottle. "You'd give this to me?" She says it softly, and then looks down at the bottle, and nods, biting her lips together. "Thank you, Joel." She doesn't know if it will work - so many things don't make sense anymore, but that he'd even try... it means a lot.

Her eyes flick up to his when he says for her to please not tell anyone, and the words just sort of come from nowhere. "Who would I tell?" She looks away then, and takes a deep breath. "I promise. I promise, I won't tell a soul. Thank you, Joel." And she won't - she won't tell anybody.

"Do I just... drink it?" She looks even more lost, even though she's thankful that she's not sitting alone, at least. At least she's got someone, for now.