How nice of her to be a little more compassionate with him. But given he wasn't sure what would be better or worse, he really only had her to trust. Again, the thought of her poisoning him hadn't left his mind, but maybe he deserved that. After all, they'd been on opposite sides more than once, despite the idea that he actually respected her. She could hold her own and she was certainly unlike every other woman he'd known in his life.

A refreshing change at the very least.

He took the glass that was offered to him and with a single sniff, thought it smelled more appetising than the first. Then he gave Samus an appreciative nod and deciding that one swoop was better than two, he finished his glass with a grimace. Not at all the same level of unpleasant as the first had been.

It would seem this form of drinking is an acquired taste.

How often did she drink to handle all of that? Maybe there was even more to her than what he'd previously thought.