[She goes to dig out the rest of the beer, four bottles isn't a bad haul; joining him on the couch soon enough. It's not hard to see the wear on him and it just makes her more determined to do whatever she can at the kiosk - they don't really have a second chance. He's running out of blood faster than she can donate and supplies to keep her going are still scarce. This isn't like the free world where you can just keep walking and find more, they're in a fishbowl. Very limited supply.
She leans on his arm, offering him a beer.] Tastes like shit but it's beer.