Mentally, Ginia facepalms. Joss is fast and sneaky and with so many people around, no doubt no one noticed him grab a bottle. For all anyone knew, it was soda. Outwardly, Ginia sighs and holds her hand out for the bottle and pats the cushion next to her. The best she can do now is keep an eye on him and make sure he stays out of trouble.

At the mention of 'the sport at hand,' she assumes he means the sparring. Even if he didn't get to fight himself, it was probably interesting to watch.

"Taking notes. I'm curious if there's anything I can get drunk on. Lacking that, it's an opportunity to see what I like and don't like." Ginia opts to respond through her phone. With how drunk he is now, it seems the easiest route.