Merlin winced; he knew he wasn't supposed to talk about the premonitions he had like this because it always caused more trouble than not, but sometimes he just couldn't stop what he saw from tumbling out.
"No... but I'm sorry about that... I meant the little bottle. It's going to break and it'll be my fault, but look, here..." he started digging in his pocket from his seat on the floor in search of his wallet. "Let me pay you back now and then I'll go and let you carry on with your day."