[She takes it, arm dropping hard like the bottle's too heavy for her, glances at it for a second, then looks back at Rachel. Raphael's ignoring her body like a champ right now. Pity, too. If she pays attention, she could notice a laundry list of symptoms that any formerly pseudo-omniscient being could identify.]

I need more than this.

My brothers and I... have no resources. We have nothing. We... [Hnnngh what?] ...My- my brothers are in a worse position than I.