His shoulders sink with a relief a little as Hattie reappears with the bottle, but Warsman is sure to square them again almost immediately afterwards in case she thinks badly of him for it. As it happens he'd gladly take the bottle as it is and drink it straight from the neck, but he's spent enough time with Robin to wait for a glass- or permission to do just that, at the very least.

He manages a half-hearted laugh of his own and a little small talk, too. "Thank you- and that's fine. I wouldn't expect you to mix me anything. Still, maybe if you get a little practise you can try a screwdriver some time."

Hearing that she'd seen something in her mirror, too, though... it came as a small relief. He'd seen a couple of people mention it on the network, but to actually meet someone in person with a similar experience was another thing entirely. "Then it isn't just me? Thank goodness." He tilts his head at her, earnest. "I'm glad whatever it was didn't frighten you, too."