[ Basic manners dictate that if there's a guest in one's home, the least he can do is at least give her some water — which is what he does. He returns to the living room quickly enough ( though really, they're all the same rooms anyway ), a glass of water in his hand, to be handed to Kate.

A pause, and just in case — ] It's not drugged.

[ And then as if he didn't just say that (?!?): ] And you want to ... get to them?

And— while I'm flattered, I don't have that guarantee. And I'm pretty sure I'm more useful when I'm alive than dead, anyway.