Azriel glanced at the water bottle warily after he had finished vomiting. Taking that bottle was very tempting, and he had to stop himself from reaching for it immediately. He was feeling dehydrated from that vomiting. Who wouldn’t? The back of his throat burned, his mouth felt dry, and he was very shaky. His hoarse voice was another reason he should take that water. It would certainly help to get him back on his feet and communicate properly. But… he wasn’t sure he wanted to take it. Why was man so keen on giving it to him?<br/><br/>Moments ago, he had tried to take that bag thinking there was something in there that could help him. The stranger did not know this of course. Or so he was sure anyway, he really couldn’t say for sure what he was thinking. Honestly, he almost felt bad about it, if only because it was not in his nature to steal. He had been desperate for something, anything, to help him get out of his state. Quite frankly, he still was. Now that it was willingly handed to him every part of him was saying to take that water.<br/><br/>Of course, Azriel thought, it could be a trick. This was a strange place, he should not trust it. But the desperate side got the better of him this time. He took the bottle.<br/><br/>Once he did that, Azriel moved away from the stranger, and the pile of vomit, and went to sit on a log that was nearby. He drank over half the bottle in a few swallows, capped it, and then set it down in front of him. Kicking it back over to the stranger was tempting. After concluding that it would be rude of him to do so, however, he decided against it. All he needed right now was some relaxation. Quite frankly, Azriel didn’t have the energy to do anything more. It was as if stealing the bag had used up what little energy he had.<br/><br/>Azriel was still taking slow breaths through his mouth on account of his bloody nose. He kept his head lowered, and eyes closed. The gun was held loosely in his grasp but not fully relaxed. He remained vigilant. If there were any sudden movements, that would give him a good reason, he would shoot. Hopefully this would pass soon and he could figure out how to get out of here.<br/><br/>“Tell me…” he said as softly as he could with his voice still hoarse. “Do you have any idea where I am?” He figured it would not hurt to ask, and it might have seemed out of the blue after trying to steal from him. The water was not an ice breaker; he was still very much on edge. But, with some hope, maybe, just maybe, this guy could tell him where the hell he was. Perhaps he could reroute that device, find a way to fix any damage, and then be back to Earth.<br/><br/>It sounded like a logical idea. He wasn’t very knowledgeable in teleportation, but he hoped it would work out.