She takes the water gladly. Especially, that it's water. Barely a month and she had found out herself how they liked to drink. In a little, she knows she'll need to drink the blackwater - it's the only thing that will stop what is happening to her, but for now it's a relief. Letting him ask over her head and she glances back at the men that had gotten her out, saved her life. In more than the most obvious one.

She gestures them forward, introductions at least are ease. However they did them here - or in English? What was it in English again? Call them all Durgavasi, that he could not touch them, "This is Mister Dixon and Mister Washington. I owe them, as well as Miles and Maine... my life, I suppose, and nothing less." Says it is like it is nothing, and with that lets them speak.

Rather, she's taking another drink of water to stop that rasp in her throat.