One stomach is not so strong as the others, not between all the rest of this, the gulp of wine and the stench that follows it. Benedict realizes with horror that he may have just poisoned himself; Lexie was there that other time, too, and the look she shot him conveyed meaning that he is too anxious to properly interpret.

The bottle slips from his shaking hand, and Benedict turns to rush out of the room with a muttered apology. Retching is heard shortly after: he didn't make it to the privy, it would seem, but at least no one has to bear witness to the contents of his stomach.
Until they enter the hallway, anyway.