[Oleander gives him a look until he accepts the bottle, like, yes? Please, give him shit for his generosity, he's waiting for it.

But oh, good, he's being sensible. Oleander leans back on his hand and considers the rubble and the other few people left picking through it in this area.]

Oh, have you? What was your first clue? For me, it was finding you all but unconscious in this pile of wreckage.

[He's being considerate, okay, this is him being nice. Enjoy that water; he has another one somewhere, if necessary.]

Your house, though? Bad luck.