C'taqa hesitates a long moment, then exhales a long sigh and lets himself droop, lowering his own voice. He trusts Verity with the knowledge, so...

"I've - I know it's stupid and paranoid of me, but I - well, put it this way...altered drinks have gotten me into a lot of bad situations lately." Which is putting it kind of lightly. "I brought something with me for if I do get too thirsty...I just can't make myself trust what's here."

He manages a wry smile, now. "Why is it that when me and drinks are combined, someone either ends up hurt or dead?"