Sean's pretty much decided that the only way he's going to be drinking anything is if he goes to get it himself, but letting her know as much is going to have to wait because she goes and says that. He doesn't even bother shaking his head this time, just takes her by the wrist (his grip nowhere near as firm as he'd like) and stares, eyes narrowed, trusting that she can read him well enough to see just how wrong she is. He can't even fathom her being up there amongst all that madness without him.