Kicking her feet up on the arm of the couch, she shrugged. "It doesn't like me." She lamented, mournfully, shrugging at his question. She waggled her fingers towards him, accioing the bottle he'd set down into her hand. "'ell if I know," she muttered, levering herself up to take a swig out of the bottle. "It's ugly as sin, isn't it? Muggles are fucking bizarre."