Dylan watches idly as she wraps up his arm. It doesn't hurt exactly - certainly not as much as it did earlier tonight, before he was bitten - but it does feel kind of weird.

"Sure, that sounds good, I guess," he answers. Intellectually he knows both food and water is important and helpful. Especially the water. He's lost a lot of blood, so he needs to replenish those fluids, right? He's pretty sure that's a thing.

"Can't you just drink from the sink? Or is it like weird cruise ship water?" He feels like that's a thing but he's not sure.