Galadan flicks a quick glance in her direction, brow furrowing as the too-quick movement causes something unpleasant to happen in his skull.

Then, even more carefully, he finishes untying his boots and removes them. Sitting upright is another source of effort, which may impact the speed with which he reaches for the glass.

He appears oblivious to the blood and the gunbelts, or at least oblivious to their potential incongruity. And the glass, of course, is accepted with every indication of solemnity.

He does not have the energy for being ironic at this juncture, and a dehydration headache is definitely not in the cards.