"If you're not workin' then you don't have to take things from me." Her voice is mostly a whine now, rising up on tiptoes for the drink. He could be a cop for all she knows but she does feel confident he's not going to pick her out of everything illegal happening to get into trouble. She doesn't think he's the type to be that petty. Probably.

All her scrambling for the drink only ends with her kind of clinging to his sleeve, tugging at his arm. "There's soda in it!" She thinks so, at least. "Ya know, and other stuff."