[ He's been watching her out of his peripheral vision.. and he certainly felt like she would give it to him. Truth be told, he's a little surprised she wouldn't give it up, not that there's any shift on his expression to indicate that being the case. She certainly doesn't seem the type that would be okay drinking this frankly shitty tasting stuff, but he could be wrong. Anyway, he just shakes his head, a few strands of long, raven hair draping down his shoulders with the movement. ]

Only if it was going to go to waste. [ Finally, he looks up from his plate and across the way at her, his stare quite... well, unsettling, in it's blankness, and how he's clearly watching her to make a mental opinion and profile of her in his mind. ] We don't know when they'll give us another meal, is all.

[ They might have said something about letting them eat in this cafeteria, but Illumi knows better than to trust the authorities blindly. They're still prisoners, maybe, so he's taking all the sustenance he can get, considering these people could change their minds and throw them back in the metaphorical dungeon at any time. ]

And a lot of people seem to not want to drink it.