She takes her time about it, pausing for a moment with the bottle on her lip, and then taking another, smaller sip before lowering it to hand back.

"I don't know," she admits. She shakes her head, and reaches up to comb fingers over her hair, where the breeze has lifted it from the loose crown of braids. "I'm not sure what I might find, but the chance of it being anything I want seems--." So slim it barely even merits that word, just another shake of head and shoulders. "Would you? If you were me?"