Her ways did not bother him and it was evident. With his tongue stroking the inside of the bottle in an attempt to get more water, he glanced up at her and crushed the plastic into a ball. Tossing it aside, he cleared his throat and motioned up at her, "Looking at me isn't going to get any kind of answer- what do you want?" He knew that look- the kind that thought it could tear into your soul and find what the bearer needed, though they never did.