Maybe this dude really is an idiot. Or, more probably, the dude is just very drunk. Probably both. She huffed, upset her barb didn't seem to stick. She should really storm out and leave him to the consequences of his own actions. Really, he'd been a dick to her. But God knows she'd feel like a piece of shit if she didn't take care of him despite her revulsion. Some duties become reflexive, even somewhere else for someone else.

She uses one of her orange juice bottles as a buffer to nudge the midori away from him, and gets him a glass of water that she dunks in front of him, trying to muster any sort of authority.

"Because it's meant to be mixed. Drink this before your fucking liver fails and I need to drag your sorry ass to the morgue."