[ Soldier? Raleigh glances up at the stranger with something like confusion in his eyes. Maybe that's just a common greeting where this guy's from, or -- oh. Yeah, his jumpsuit is open enough right now that his dog tags are visible. He grins a little, reaching up to tuck them back into his undershirt. Not everybody here has been so friendly to military. Once they're hidden again he reaches that hand over to rub at what he normally considers his good shoulder, but right now is throbbing at him ominously. How's he feeling? ]

Ready to crash, honestly, it's just a long way back to my cabin.

[ He makes no movement to show that his hands are steady, instead shaking his head a little at the offer of coffee. ]

I don't do caffeine, but thank you. If beggars can be choosers, I'd take a water?