All right, fine, she's going to have to be the one to go over there. She foregoes the theatrics and saunters over, looking in what she thinks would be common places for booze. Which basically amounts to just checking under the table and then checking under the other end of the table. She emerges with two bottles of beer, stolen from a six-pack that she is almost 100% certain should not have been there.

She returns to Longclaw and hands him an opened bottle. It won't be much, of course, but it's... well, it's something. "Here. Make it last. I didn't see much else." Or maybe it would be smarter to drink it fast to avoid suspicion? She'll follow his lead on it.