He slides the bottle back across to her. He figures she needs it more than him at this exact moment, because that sounded a little bit like guilt to him. Probably not exactly what she needed to be wrestling at this point.

"Well, seems to me they must have been pretty big problems for you to resort to magic. You never seemed that fond of it."

From what he'd picked up, at least. Truth be told he assumed most people weren't, hell, he sure as hell wasn't.

"I'm going to hazard a guess those problems still exist?"