Taken with an only half-steady hand. She's more focused on settling back across that hard, reflected countertop than she is drinking-- more focused on the thought of it rather than the reality which is proven a few seconds later when she knocks the back of her head against the cabinets set up against the ceiling.

Winces sharply, goes in for the wine. "Glad to hear it - think I could get used to this: going into hiding is way more fun when you've got someone else to knock boots with."