For a moment, there's that old impulse to pick Araceli up and spin her around, bring back a wisp of Araceli's infectious smile through sheer stubbornness. It's entirely fair to say that stubbornness is what sent her north, not allowing for the bond between them to be sundered just because of what happened. If she can be counted on for anything, it's to be unswervingly loyal to the bitter end...even when it hurts.

A small, crooked smile forms as she lifts the bottle. "I don't need to have been standing there to know that you've been staring at that for too long. C'mon." She'll head to towards that cabin without another word, ready to hold doors open as need be. If she's going to crash and insist on attention, she can at least have manners.