He could guess, and he wasn't going to argue, not if it meant she might be an ally in the future, or at the very least not an enemy.
He nodded once, the movement slow and careful, taking a healthy gulp from the flask before handing it back, "Where are we going now?" After all, this place was a crater, and would be one for some time yet.
[Any sort of alcohol in cold weather is a bad plan, especially if you are outside in the elements. Unless you're a Big Damn Hero™ of course.]