"If you want me to take it back..." Her grip around the neck of the bottle stays loose, but she doesn't actually make any move to take it away. She's not annoyed that he doesn't immediately accept her gift, but she does feel the way her lips purse just slightly. "Save it," she pronounces her judgement, letting her fingers fall away from the offering. "You can always use it to barter for something you'll like better." Though deep inside, she'll lament the loss of potentially good wine. C'est la vie.

That matter settled, she offers a shrug to his question. "Fine, considering. Nothing's burning down around me, and there isn't anyone trying to tear me apart, so I'd say I haven't much to complain about." Maybe the next time they find some place to dock, she'll stay aboard the ship. Maybe.