He grabs a large jug, and downs the whole thing. His eyes slowly stop glowing, and he sets down the empty bottle. "I don't eat or drink enough. Apparently, that makes me very irritable." He looks around, and shudders. He whispers, [i]"What do I do? I'm designed to fight these beings, not get helped by them."[/i] He sounds....lost, like he doesn't know what to do anymore.