[Before he can protest, Mlynar's already gone for it. Ademnet yelps and grabs for the cup like a parent whose toddler just picked up something sharp.]

Whoa, hey, there's no need for that! I was askin' a question, not sayin' I wouldn't!

[Part of him is selfishly relieved to sit this round out. He squashes that thought and grabs the cup, lifting it up to examine Mlynar's hand.]

This is what you call not gettin' burned that bad? Blind me. We still might end up needin' to fight our way out of here, dalpound it, and Toh only knows what else this place wants us to do. There's no point in gettin' past this room just to get caught 'cause of somethin' that needd two hands!