She glances in the direction he indicates, a small thoughtful expression passing over her features before she shakes her head decisively, avoiding that route of confusion for the time being. It's understandable that he wouldn't want anything to do with it, and perhaps she can try her hand at figuring out what does what.

"Maybe later," she replies, breezily and over one shoulder, before returning to the task at hand.

"Help yourself to a drink if you want somethin'."