She reaches out to take the bottle when he hands it to her, the glass feeling unnaturally heavy in her hands from how long she'd been strapped down. It's cold and the texture is smooth and wonderful.

"You didn't have to bring me a gift," She says, sounding already defeated in her protest, "Thank you though. And tell Kay I said thank you for the snowflake."

She'd actually never seen real snow before, so the imagery is a bit lost on her, but it's still pretty to look at.