Dieter took that bottle immediately and drank. It could perhaps better be classified as a chug. He chugged it without a care as to what it was, and he passed it back. Shifted closer to the comforting touch.
"They just asked me to open the door. And it should have been easy. That alarm should never have gone off. I cut the right wire, there was no redundancy, no reason it should have sounded. I could open that door in my sleep. She told me to open it but I couldn't. Nothing I could do... and then they came and I crawled away to hide but I saw the fire and the ice and I heard the fighting. But I'm not good in a fight," he defended his cowardice weakly. "Even only with zombies I had Mr. Vanderohe."