"I'm terribly sorry and I don't intend to be rude but there's really no way for me to gently ask what the hell you are," he coughs softly, swaying slightly away as the other...man? Presses the button, dispensing his much-needed sweet drink. He does not, however, move far enough away to lose grip on his cup, determined to get what he wants at the low cost of sharing air space with a horned lemon.

"I'm taken back to early film theory courses, watching that 20th-century Trip to the Moon film," the Brit mumbles, gazing wide-eyed at his current company before clucking his tongue in frustration.

"I am nothing if not incredibly ill-mannered at the moment and I apologize profusely. I shouldn't be startled by anything these days, but here we are."