"Deucedly odd," Watson murmurs, but he's not about to argue with the results.

The sound of the water bottle squishing causes him to glance down, and he frowns a bit, because it's dawned on him that he has absolutely no idea what the bottle is made of. Frankly, there's a lot going on right now that he's not sure what it even is, and this is just one more thing in a long line of really strange things that is currently in process. "I thought that was glass, at first," he says, and shakes his head. "Later. Let's find you a place to sit."

Casually, he takes César by the elbow and steers him in the right direction.