Wichita isn't one to show visible embarrassment after making a flub. It's not her fault whoever designed this floor decided not to divide the rooms with actual walls, but rather than sweat her error, she simply shrugs, hoisting up the large bottle in one hand by way of an invitation, smiling encouragingly as she meets Santana's gaze.

"Looking for you," she replies, as if that was the most obvious reason for why she would be even here in the first place. The truth of the matter is she doesn't know very many people on the island - more accurately, she hasn't allowed herself to get close enough to feel like she can trust anyone, and so if anyone's to blame for her lack of friends, she has to point the finger at herself and her own issues. Regardless, Santana seems like a person she can get along with, even if she only has their brief encounters to go on.