Okay, she's very tired, but not tired enough to insist, "I'm not taking your bed. It's your bed. I have no problem sleeping on floors!"

Robin! Max's eyes widen and she tries to fiddle with the device she was given, only to realize, "It really doesn't work in these storms. Great. She's going to fret. But yeah, you can take me to the hotel in the morning."

She catches the bottle, and stares at it, then peers at Billy. She shakes the bottle.

"You first," she insists and tosses the bottle back.