[oh. that's kindness. Geir can recognize it in someone else, at least, and it's enough to soothe down his impatience; this strange loud woman is being kind to his perceived reluctance, and he does value that.

his tone softens.]

. . . I know. . . it looks nice. But I'm trying not to scare anyone until they're used to me. . .

[the bottle landed with a dull thud against the dirt, and clinks suspiciously as Geir picks it up in his very large talons. he peers narrow-eyed at the glass, decides it's probably not going to be easy to pry open with the tools he has, and opts to travel forward along the "just eat the whole bottle" path. there's a faint but ghastly crunch.]