"Well, I didn't know if you wanted to thtand there, pretending to be a really thitty chair." A snort, and the Psiioniic watches carefully as his drone brings the glass up to her lips. There's a bit of fumbling, and sloshing, but most of it manages to get in her mouth.

After a minute, most of it also gets thrown up onto the floor in front of them. Okay. Too much, too soon. Still patting and rubbing at her shoulders as she fairly hacks her lungs out, Psii grits his teeth. Of course, Helmstroll- they wouldn't have their stomachs filled in ages. Something actually getting put inside would make any troll vomit.

"We might need a straw." Right now, he doesn't trust either the drones or Sonica to be exactly... careful.