"... it would be inefficient to gamble on this, wouldn't it? They need our help." There again he responds with such honesty, and so very little understanding of the world as a whole. It's a very pure way of thinking, in spite of the fact that by now he's seen such illogical things as the ice pelting and talked with a handful of people with egos of any size.

Which... means very little in the context of things, and as Emet's drink is set before him, a matching one is set before his quiet companion. No single orders, so it is; the rahuth lifts his drink enough to take a tentative sniff in some faint measure of curiosity.