"I know the look. It lives on my face half the time." She snorted at him, she was too old too not see through things. Too old and too tired. She picked her braid apart between her turn with the bottle, combing through the strands with her fingers.
"I share if you share." She tipped the bottle towards him before taking a sip then passing it back. "I'm running from millennia of memories I've lost, and things that make me feel anything but anger." Carefully so she didn't just spill her guts, just gave him a start.