Sigma frowned as Eponine reached for the cans, adjusting the collar of his shirt which felt tight around his swollen neck. Having been seriously ill until now he had turned a blind eye to her drinking while he was asleep, deciding to leave it to Eva to decide whether or not it could substitute for water, but now that he was conscious he sighed disapprovingly. "Are you sure you should be drinking that? If you had lived where I came from, it wouldn't be legal. You could hurt yourself." Again. He had taken Howard's drink away on the yacht before and wound do it again, unhappy the minors were served alcohol here freely.

He watched the cans like a hawk, so that if she did take one, she would only take one at a time. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry, either," he was, but he did not think he sore throat would allow him to swallow just yet. "I only need something to drink," he admitted.