Iltu took the offered ginger ale from Lilith and looked at her, wide-eyed. "Oh, um, thank-you, for this! For the drink!" she said quickly. "Um, don't worry about, um, bolting, you didn't, not really. Things happen. And, um, I'm fine with it, I'm not your um, boss or something! I-I'll come with you, though. For moral support. Erm, that is to say, um, I'll be your moral support, not so you can be mine," she clarified unnecessarily.