"You haven't been roofied." He grins around the lip of his cup, adds like it's the most obvious thing: "It's drugged. Festival drinks are always drugged, come on. Just be glad it's not a heavy-duty aphrodisiac. Which--" 

He points warningly as he drinks and swallows. "Mmm. You should be watching out for. Unless you like that. Which you might, I don't know your life. Hey, welcome to Rubilykskoye, by the way." Yes, he radiates new blood. One hand crosses towards Ransom. "I'm Quentin."