Rose looks at Noah incredulously and the overwhelming aura of "no shit" radiating off her needs no vocalisation.

"I'm not sharing with you," she says instead. True of all aspects of her life, if she can help it. She grabs the mocktail and takes a victory sip with obvious relish — at least, at first. It isn't as sweet as she thought it'd be and when the sweet, sweet taste of triumph passes, the remaining flavour strikes her as kind of gross. Rose wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue, just a little.