Her eyes roll back as she's chided (too much Sombra, not enough Azúcar), too slow to realize she's being unkind to them both until a few moments later when she plucks up the bottle from the sand beside her. "Relax, I was only joking around."

Another pull, head swimming with heat from it before she tips it out towards the both of them. "Here." An offering— a peace offering— meant to put a little more Sugar back into her figurative stride. "Take it. I'm not trying to upset you, mijo."

Whether Locus or York decide to take the bottle, she leans back into the sand, crossing her legs. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't I want to."