His eyes dart to Rey's knuckles, white on the bottle as her grip tightens; he doesn't pull his own hand back just yet, but that does halt its advance toward the cat-faced bottle for the time being, his fingers curling back upon themselves. Carlisle's gaze flicks back to Rey, his shoulders rising as he lowers his head.

"I- I'm sorry, Miss Rey. I didn't- I didn't realize that you- that your- I mean, I should have expected, I suppose, given your, um. Hm."

He'll get out a clear thought eventually. He tries again. "I didn't mean to dredge up bad memories."