"Intending to charge in with reckless abandon, are we." He sets down the glass of water. Attention turns to the drink on offer instead. It's a decorative glass with various shades of purple liquid inside, all finished with a bright green sprig of mint.

"What better use of your time than to speak with your potential allies?" He nods toward those at the bar. "Or some of the very people you intend on 'saving'?" Emet-Selch lifts the glass and casually takes a drink.

His face scrunches for a moment before he gives a 'hmm'. This drink is strange, but it's not bad.