Septerra looks over at you tiredly. "Relax, its not mine... well not all of it anyways. Most of it belonged to the things that were following you." He snags the bottle back quick as lightning. "as for this, I'm not gonna down it. I'll ues it to clean the wounds I got. I don't have any rubbing alcohol. Oh by the way remind me to buy you a new car. I wrecked your's making sure the Dohanoids didn't escape in theirs." He opens a kitchen drawer and pulls out what looks like a rolled up toolkit. "give me five minutes to get cleaned up and then I'll be out. He turns and starts heading back toward the bathroom again.