"God forbid, I try to insinuate I might be nice enough to share at that point."

As though she wasn't at all now, or hadn't been doing just that already. Like it was something she might decide to grant at some point after this, and other things. Charity. Kindness. Good Will. A little common, human, decency. Or the ruse of them under the actions of physiology. Even if she didn't always have it in spades for everyone else. Something along those lines.

Jo reached for the cap left and screwed it back on the Vodka bottle, since nothing was getting left here after being bought.