She takes the whiskey from him. Given the circumstances, she could care less about drinking straight from the bottle. It's not like anyone is around to care if she's doing so (she knows Wes won't care). She notices a slight wince in his stance occasionally, but didn't comment on it. Right now, she needed to focus on the task at hand.

Which was knocking back as much whiskey as she could before he had to start sewing her back up. She's taken a few long swigs before he finally speaks again.

"As I'm going to be."