ransom + mariner. You're thirsty, and the accompanied angry expression was completely lost on him. Ransom took a moment to dwell in his confusion and decide if he needed to insist that he could easily have another drink, or argue that he wasn't that thirsty - which arguing came a lot more naturally. "Not the whole bowl, you know," he added with a faint grin to let her know he was teasing. Well, sort of teasing. Honestly he wouldn't put it past her to try and drink the whole bowl just because he said don't.
When she grabbed a stranger's drink his eyes went wide and protection mode kicked in. Ransom took a few large strides after her and swooped in to grab the drink from her hand. "Can we not" he said in a hushed-scolding tone as his free hand went to the small of her back. "Our options are to not take drinks from strangers, first of all," Ransom told her, handing the drink to yet another stranger because he didn't care if someone else drank it, just if Mariner did. "What if it's drugged? What if that person had.. had throat spiders?"