"The windstorms are new, it wasn't too bad before that. There's the occasional aggressive wildlife, but they're easy enough to avoid. Hopefully they'll pass just as quickly as they arrived." The windstorms, that is. He stands up with a nod as he now knows what she wants, and goes off to search for it.

A few minutes later, he comes back with a sealed plastic water bottle. He sets it down on the table, but then glances at the claws on her fingers; will she be able to get a good enough grip to open it without poking holes in the bottle? So he opens it for her himself, the seal between the cap and the ring of plastic that holds it on audibly cracking, before sitting back down.