[Things get even more awkward while Arcee gets them some water. Reflective surface? Like...a mirror?

Oh dear.]

Might need to go somewhere else for that.

[As Arcee removed all her mirrors for...personal reasons. Don't expect her to explain, Ratchet, she refuses to.

Instead, human lesson number one. She walks over and hands him one of the glasses, mentally preparing herself at the off chance this somehow turns horrible.]

Whatever you do, don't breathe while you try to down it. Trust me. I'm not responsible for any mess you make.