Qrow's palm meets his forehead as he sighs, all traces of childish smugness over his little 'win' gone. Stupid, that was stupid of him to not warn her. And to top it off, he can't even tell if this is regular bad luck or that, having no way of knowing yet if their semblances would even work here in this... wherever they were.

Maybe he'd had some tiny little smidgen of hope that they wouldn't.

"Okay, hold on," Qrow urges her, both hands uselessly held in front of him in that calming motion. He already knows there aren't any drinks in the cooler, and a quick glance around that cozy cavern reveals no obvious pools of water. There are a few bits and pieces of equipment strewn about, a canteen might be among them, but he'd have to search -

Then the most obvious solution hits him. For gods' sakes...

Qrow pulls the flask. Even wipes the mouth of it on his sleeve for her highness, before pressing it into her hands. "One drink, got it? It's already watered down -" That part's grumbled.

"- I'll look around for a canteen or something in all this junk."