Miriam looked up . . . then froze. That . . . was a lot of weapons. More than she'd seen on some government officers even. This was definitely not a priest. 

Still, hadn't done anything so fat (those guns were still intimidating though) and he was even offering her a drink. She mulled over it for a few minutes before deciding to accept his offer. It didn't matter either way; she doubted she would be able to get away from him, so whether or not this was a trap was irrelevant now. She took the bottle from his hands gingerly, and gulped it down. Relief flooded her body.

After draining what was probably half the bottle and ensuring that there was no toxin in it that was causing some sort of side effect, Miriam released the bottle from her lips and exhaled deeply. ". . . Thank you," she said, slowly handing the bottle back to the (not) priest.