[ His assessment ends as soon as Taryon's answer does, and his regained sense of criticism and judgement is apparent in his expression. The poison won't kill a man. The water won't sustain a tidal wave. Disappointing. ]

We aren't going to be fighting pests. We're fighting beasts.

Why I need the water is my own business... but what I need is enough to fill a room this size, at a minimum. So this isn't what I require.

[ Even as he holds onto it and noticeably refuses to give it back. ]