[Damn. Physically forcing herself to stop tearing apart the label once they turn to her and she realizes she's doing it; instead she starts crunching the bottle and it's really annoying even to her, but she can't keep her hands still. At least that's all they want, though she'll answer them irritably and confirm everything you said -- why do they need to do that anyway?!
She'll watch them haul the asshole's away and when the squad car pulls away from the curb, she'll guzzle down the rest of that water pretty disgusted with herself. She used to be perfectly self-reliant and now she was considering asking some complete stranger to babysit her for a few blocks just to make sure she didn't get jumped by a maniac that was locked up.]