"Right." Juice. Juice is a suggestion he understands. He stands, still dazed, and pours a glass. Which he tries to hand to Collette, but...loses his grip on? Misjudges the distance? He's not sure what happens, because it happens without intent. Like a time jump, or a mini blackout. Whatever happens between picking up the full glass and the puddle of juice on the floor is lost on him.

He stares unhelpfully, baffled at how it could've gotten there. Sorry, Collette. This friendly interrogation/heads up isn't going as smoothly as he'd planned.