[She can't help but laugh. It's ridiculous but then everything thus far has been. Of course... Of course this person is cursed or doomed to not be able to speak unless he's performing some kind of sultry act.

She holds out the bottle to him, as he probably needs this more than she does which is saying something.]

Well. They say silence is golden, for what it's worth. If everyone was silent we'd all be wealthy, so on and so on... [She waves her hand. Her usual rhetoric of talking a lot feels wasted here.] I assume you could speak before? You don't even make an attempt to communicate with your hands or sign. If you were always mute I'd assume you would. That's why I ask. I'm curious about how you fell in such a state but I assume it's a long story to write on the floor.