He certainly looks more capable of carrying a half-filled bucket of sap than Carlisle, who is literally skin and bones in some places. He looks around the park, finding the route with the least constructs, and motions for Pratt to follow him.

"That's what I thought, as I cannot imagine these trees produce their own liquor. However, we are in another world, and I cannot say for certain what properties the sap here may have, hence some of my interest." He beelines for the nearest ramp, wanting to get to the barracks level quickly and quietly. "I am hoping to make tea from it."