"Oookay." He won't pry, he doesn't need to know that badly and this dude is going on an entire face journey right now. Probably shouldn't interrupt.

"I'll drink to that. Shitty solidarity of not knowing who or what we are." Though he sounds almost cheerful, or well, as cheerful as his raspy voice can get. He raises his coffee in a mock salute.

"I'm Deputy Pratt."