Hey. Hey! [He reaches out to snatch the bottle away from her. If she won't let go, he'll at least hold it so that she can't take another sip of it. Costigan leans down to bring himself more level with her, trying to meet her gaze.]

You'ah nawt dirty. You're beautiful. Don't let me being fucked in the head convince you otherwise, alright? You being beautiful doesn't depend on me or on him or anyone else.