It wasn't that Rory was regretting having feelings for Finn. She didn't wish she could take back the night of stitches and honesty. But she wasn't fully convinced she was capable of doing this. Of being that open with someone, of sharing her life so fully with them. She didn't do emotions. And, for the time being, she didn't feel like she had anyone to talk to about her uncertainties. Which made it borderline amusing when she walked innocently by and was called out on her emotional turmoil.
She almost laughed, and would've if she wasn't so fully caught off-guard. A pokerface was everything at times, and apparently hers was failing. Looking at Cutter, it was clear she wasn't on her own, though, and that was what ultimately brought her to take the beer. "Thanks," she said, popping the tab hesitantly before leaning her back against the wall and sliding down to sit. She'd been on her way to the infirmary, figuring she could put a few more hours in before exhaustion drove her to bed. But this seemed like a better use of her time, at least until her can was empty.
"You're looking a bit shy of perfectly fine yourself," she pointed out, bringing the beer to her mouth for a sip.