Neville opened his mouth and swallowed without even realising what he was doing. Normally he would have told Theo to fuck the hell off and take his poison somewhere else, but he was so thirsty - hunger had long since past the point of being unbearable. He'd have drunk mercury if it was offered to him.
He felt better almost as soon as he had taken his first gulp. 'Better' was relative, however. "Who are you?" he mumbled, trying to focus on the face.