Beth holds the canteen in both hands, trying not to let her attention linger on the smell of the container. She takes a breath through her mouth and sips a little of the water. It goes down rough--she can feel when it hits her stomach--but it's cool on her sore throat.

And that's enough for her, as far as she's concerned. (This is not, perhaps, her wisest moment.) She offers the canteen back to Ratchet.