Five had resigned himself to the tepid drink, now that he'd already squandered something he only has a finite amount of. But before he can take his helmet off, he spots someone approaching. It takes longer than it should for him to recognize her. The identical suits would make it so easy for anyone to infiltrate their group, and he really should come up with a way to tell them all apart.

At first he eyes her suspiciously for offering, and again for the way she reacts when she realizes what it is, but he shrugs when he can't figure out an ulterior motive to helping him. He'll give her a pass for any other assumptions that drew her over, simply because he's too tired to be offended.

"It's supposed to be." After a moment of debate, he hands the cup over. There isn't a lot she could do that would make it worse. "Have at it."