Aaand he's back, right on cue. Johnny smiles slightly at Greta's excitement - at least she's happy - and it broadens to a relieved grin at the sight of water. Thank fuck.

He doesn't mind some of it spilling down his front - he doesn't even mind the increasingly bizarre situation of her feeding him. He's just glad to have goddamn water. He lets her pour almost half the bottle before he nods and ducks his head down, gasping slightly. He glances over at the Balladeer, giving him a dubious but not entirely hostile look.

"Thanks," he says, mostly for Greta's benefit.