Carlisle's eyes follow the bottle as she slides it across the counter slowly, then as it tips at the edge, and finally as it crashes into the floor. The cat's face on the side explodes into a dozen pieces, but not a single emotion flits across its features. It is, after all, just a bottle.

His nose wrinkles as he gives Rey a puzzled look. "... Right. I suppose I could procure another before leaving. I rather liked that bottle."