[Karen can see that moment of hesitation before he accepts the goblet. And she can hardly blame him. After realizing that partaking of the food is what binds them here, she'd been sorely tempted to sweep everything off the table top. She offers him an understanding, amused look. One shoulder lifts in a shrug.]

I drank some too. Different glass. Figured since I was already screwed, I might as well not be screwed and thirsty.

[It's not very funny, but she still huffs out a quick, disbelieving laugh.]

Still. At least now we know what won't work. [Yeah, that means this might be a slow slog towards information. But it's still one step further than any of them were just after waking up.] I'm Karen Page. Uh, I'm from New York. You look kind of familiar.

[If ever there's been a time for her particular brand of compulsive honesty, it's now.]