Jane was, honestly, probably just as messed up in the head as half the people in this place. She had gone through so much in her life, and all she wanted was to just... feel cared for, secure. But every time she tried to find that, to make a life for herself, it blew up in her face. And so she made bad decisions, such as offering Noah a drink and not pushing him away and telling him that he needed to keep a more appropriate amount of space between them.
"Really?" She smiled a little. "Good. I'm glad." And when he accepted the offer of the drink, she leaned away from him for just a moment, reaching back to grab the bottle of vodka and hand it to him before grabbing the orange juice as well. "I don't have any glasses." She hadn't exactly anticipated company. "You'll have to drink it from the bottle."