He drains the second glass as well in a protracted, relieved gulp. Water against the rawness in his throat feels absurdly good right now, but he finishes it all too soon and sets it down with the first.

"It's, uh, it's good." He shuffles to his feet hastily despite the unpleasant lurch to his stomach, and flashes her an uneven smile. "Thanks for your help, but, uh, I can figure it out."

After all, he might not yet know it, but he has an old friend to meet.