Taking the bottle, Mike winces slightly. Not in actual pain, but in the anticipation of it. He already had the scar to remind him of what it was like to have metal pierce his abdominal wall. Yet there wasn't even a lingering ache. That alone told him just how much he was in over his head. He couldn't even see the light anymore. As long as he knew which way was up, he had to try to get out of this. Some how.

As he settled back against the strange box, a sheepish, apologetic smile crept on to his face before vanishing. He wouldn't drop his cover until he knew for an absolute fact he was compromised. "I thought it was another test..." he admitted, lamely as he cracked open the bottle.

"With all the calls I've been hearing you take, I didn't think that was an accident. Then that last one, for you to tell me to go home it felt like..." He seemed to deflate, as if only now realizing the error in his thinking. "...an invitation."