Dalton glanced towards Lin as she approached, smiling distractedly as he shook the flask and held it up so the light of the hallway caught the water inside. It seemed to have more volume when contained, despite how few drops he'd had in his palm. Her question had him letting out a thoughtful hum, no real plan in mind for it, but many plans always in the back of his mind generally.
“I'm not sure,” he admitted, shaking the flask again before holding it out to her, a second time, to look over if she wanted. “I have a few things in mind, generally—” here he gestured vaguely with his other hand, as if gesturing to a board of scribbles only he could see, “—but nothing specific for this. I find– well. I find they make their use clear when they're most needed.”
“I'm not sure,” he admitted, shaking the flask again before holding it out to her, a second time, to look over if she wanted. “I have a few things in mind, generally—” here he gestured vaguely with his other hand, as if gesturing to a board of scribbles only he could see, “—but nothing specific for this. I find– well. I find they make their use clear when they're most needed.”