Krait turned her head a little to the side as Jacque walked past her to the kitchen, but turned her head back, letting herself to get some shut eye, readjusting herself ever so slightly. As she then heard Jacque coming back, she didn't open her eyes before hearing him speak. Of course he couldn't know that, but the flying beer at her direction took Krait bit off guard and if it wasn't for her lap that beer would of landed if she hadn't caught it, it would of probably broken. Krait grabbed the bottle, checking on the etiquette to see it was alcohol, before looking back to Jacque.

"Uh... yeah, thanks." Krait said, bit dumbfounded as she wasn't exactly sure what to do with the bottle, since she exactly wasn't as skilled in popping off the caps as he apparently was, fiddling with bottle in her hands. She didn't want to even mention the fact she needed a straw for it. "That, and the jump." she continued, turning her head away from his look and back to the bottle. "The jet was probably going to crash anyway".