[He sighs softly as he reaches out to take the drink, his hands nervously fumbling to unscrew the top of it -
But the minute that Break says the Magic Words, his fingers tighten around the bottle and he makes a pained, sick sounding hrrrnk?! noise. It's more obvious that Break is correct in closed quarters like this. Nothing smells like smoke in this room or on Gilbert's person.]
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But the minute that Break says the Magic Words, his fingers tighten around the bottle and he makes a pained, sick sounding hrrrnk?! noise. It's more obvious that Break is correct in closed quarters like this. Nothing smells like smoke in this room or on Gilbert's person.]