Sigma grimaced, knowing he would not outlive the Tribute, barring any miracles. He took a sip while Eponine spoke, and while it was difficult to taste and swallow, the lukewarm liquid spread a cool feeling through his overheating chest and in his empty stomach. He leaned back against the wall of the enclosure and sighed contentedly.

"Concerns for your health aside, that's exactly why I fuss," he chuckled. "Letting it go to your head could get you into trouble." It was a harmless statement now, with the two of them closed off to the world. He paused. "We could use a good rest, couldn't we...?"

Sigma stared into the can pensively. He wished to change the subject to something more cheerful, for it was better to be happily drunk than a bitter drunk, but he wondered if there were any pleasant memories Eponine had left to tell. The Doctor was at a loss.