"I am the boss!" she shouted, squeezing around people. "Make way for the boss." Once she'd reached the kitchen, she grabbed a new bottle out of a cooler. "These are really, really, really --" she turned around to face Brock, "-- really, really, really... yum." Since she was still holding his hand, she couldn't open her drink by herself. Instead of letting go for a moment, the practical solution, she held the bottle out to him. "I'll hold, you get it off? The cap. Get the cap off?"