Blue hasn't even had coffee before, to offering options is rather moot; he takes what's given him, only hesitating to ensure his hands wouldn't shake or drop anything.

He flinches a bit when the bitter taste hits his tongue, but forces the sip down. Dreadful, really, but his throat was heat-seared and parched, so it's better than nothing.

'A lot to take in' is one hell of an understatement, isn't it? Yet the company he's with doesn't seem too staggered or shaken. There's some quiet shame rippling through him at that, because...he was Soldier. He needs to be stronger than this, no matter what.

I don't understand...how I'm still alive. The admission comes in a softer, less rattled tone of thought.