Miguel swapped the bottle for the tote bag, and did his best to lip-read until Lyla appeared beside Maryanne. Miguel didn't have to split his focus too much, and his holoagent signed what was said. He followed along, nodding as the wine was described to him, and then paused a moment at the mention of Maria.
He couldn't reply while they were low-key juggling wine bottles and tote bags and wine glasses, but he couldn't let that comment go unanswered. So he took a breath and spoke, his voice rusty and atonal. "That'll be up to Maria. Never up to me," he said. Memories of Tyler Stone telling him that he had just been drugged with Rapture via a "friendly drink" surfaced briefly, enough to reinforce his stance of never giving anyone a mystery drink.