As far as he knows, indeed, which he's used to being 'not much' in this place. He accepts his drink with a little nod and shrugs his free shoulder as he waits for her to pick hers up. Then he raises it to her in a mock-salute.

"It seemed like one of the harmless ones. More obvious if it's working, too." He takes a sip, closing his eyes for half a second. You can't exactly 'savor' the physical equivalent of drinking rocket fuel, but he doesn't hate it all the same. "And I didn't get to pick the animal."