She doesn't respond to his words. Whoever he's angry with doesn't matter; Responding to that is likely to start a fight and it won't help anything. Exhaling a sigh, she turns her gaze away and settles her hands on her arms again. Uncomfortable as it might be for both of them, she lets a silence settle between them until Thor's ready to speak again and uses the time to calm herself down a little.

What he says isn't exactly helpful, though, and she can't stop herself from rolling her eyes. "You should find something you want to drink to fill the space left by the alcohol," she retorts, her voice a touch more harsh than she'd like. She sighs and reaches up to touch her hairpin briefly to ground herself. "You could drink water, tea, milk, or any other number of things. Choosing what I like to appease me isn't going to help you through this. If you're not comfortable or happy with the choice, you will fail. It's as simple as that."