I glared at the girl distrustfully. I accepted the bottle of water... then turned it over, spilling its contents onto the ground beneath us. A sip is nothing. If it's poison, she could have the antidote, or only drank just enough only to feel sick, but not die from the poison. If it's a sedative, then it doesn't matter, surely one of her allies were nearby, waiting for the two of us to lose consciousness. Once the bottle was empty, I dropped it between the two of us. "Sorry, bit of a germophobe, and the grass looked like it needed watering." My tone suggested otherwise...

I got to my feet. "Leave. Me. Alone." I began to unsteadily walk away. I needed to get away from these people. I needed to get home...