I'd say there is a lot to say but no one wants to talk. And I'm not just talking about you...

[She can't change the situation, true, and Jack's position isn't too good but, hey, at least she's not trying to make him feel worse... right? The woman steps closer trying to find a good position to make him drink easily. Drats, why do you all have to be so... tall?]

Here we go, enjoy your melted snow. [Because it's not like she's got much more] I hope you don't mind drinking from my bottle.