He visibly winced when the bottle hit the back of his head. It was still kind of sore, thanks. Nikolai turned around and picked it up, casually flipped it a couple of times with a fair amount of dexterity, then walked it back over to her holding it out. "My name's Nik. And I don't drink - never have. It's not my thing," he didn't have a thing but that was beside the point.