Arla looked up slowly, nearly bumping into him. She found she was quite close indeed, her glasses sliding down her nose as she accepted the bottle. "Thank you," she said, like she'd been caught very much off guard. Now that her pacing was stopped, she was very still and seemingly confused by the stillness. She blinked at him, and then she turned away and pulled a little flask of gin out of the pocket of her robe. She added a bit to the water. Just a smidge. It was a well-known fact that Arla drank too much, and it was no surprise that she drank so much now.
"None of us here will let that happen, not one, zero. Zero." She took a swig, closed her eyes for a second. "Uh-huh. Then they come in and start killing us all."