Ezra twitches like he wants to reach out and grab his glass before Garth'zel can take it, but... but oddly enough, he feels reassured by the promise that Garth'zel will give it back. And sure enough, he does, and that helps some of Ezra's tension, too. He settles a little, slowing down enough to swallow.

"'M Ezra," he says, before taking another bite, because look, he's got priorities. There's a sandwich in his hands that's just as fresh and delicious as the juice, and he hasn't eaten almost anything in days. He chews that bite just enough to swallow it, too, before asking his own question. "Who're you?"