Arlen is definitely thirsty so he reaches in and takes a drink, and then pulls back a little and frowns. Cold drinks are mostly not a problem in his world, because there's nowhere for anyone to get ice, except in winter, and then nobody wants it. "Oh. Ah. Thank you." He tries again and takes a drink very carefully and tries to get it open while touching it as little as possible. This might not work.

"I am in need of one, yes. I had not anticipated needing help setting up, but my hands make things difficult at times." Thorn can look around all he wants, Arlen doesn't care. As long as he doesn't start pulling on important things.