Vext does not drink. Who knows what would happen if he did.

"We could always take the squid... somehow?" Vext tries to squeeze around the squid and then slips.

The ink and water from the sprinklers have made the floor far to slippery for him to walk on.

He slides half-way out of the elevator and manages to grab onto the side before he could drop to a horrible horrible painful bottom. Scrambling his feet catch onto something. "There's a ladder here."