Well, can you blame her for the misunderstanding? She takes the bottle from him and looks at it a moment, before flicking a guarded glance back at his face. In some ways this is no less worrisome, and she shifts, slightly uncomfortable, as she hands it back to him.

"...Do you want to talk about this?"

Meaning, I won't write your scrip unless we talk about this. Arms folded, she is determined and concerned. It's just how she rolls.