[It takes her a second, but then she realizes what he's asking for, and hands the bottle over.

She also realizes she needs to explain.]

Someone faked my death. It was kind of a clusterfuck, but, um, I guess you saw-- [She gestures at herself, at the scars hidden under her clothes. He must have seen them, when she in that hospital gown.] She thought I was mocking my own memory. [a beat] Kinda feels true, sometimes.