A pause, an odd skip of the beat. Then, a pale sliver of teeth, just barely visible in the black against the brightness of his eyes. The sound Delta makes when he lifts his own cup to match her is oddly human: a chuckle, split at the edges but soft enough that the mangled vocalizations don't catch and warp it, laden with dry irony.

He presses the cup to his lips and takes a hearty sip.