It was an open ended question, but Marcos wouldn't have given him flack for anything he'd asked to drink. He kind of gets a sense that he's embarrassed about his outburst and wouldn't want to follow it up by asking for a glass of whiskey. They don't have any whiskey anyway, so at least he doesn't have to be disappointed.

"Sure thing," Marcos smiles and goes to the kitchen, fumbling around for longer than he really needs to just to give him some time to collect himself. He eventually returns with a cup of water held out for him to take. Looking at the shape he's in, it's up in the air if he's in the mood to talk, but he makes an offer just in case it's the kind of trauma that needs sharing.

"So. How's Ke-Waiar this time of year?"