So, to be clear about what's going on, from what I know: [Oh boy.] We're stuck here for hours, you won't give me a hug to comfort me in my time of emotional need and you didn't consider a few bottles of vodka.

[She shakes her head at Gold, as if she wants to chide him.] B- babysitting technique, Senor Gold.

[.... She'll still drink the beer, of course, and will wander off to do that soon but not before giving him some shit.]