[the other person in the waiting room, with green hair and a casual jacket and a lot of lightning-shaped scarring around one eye, is bouncing their leg nervously. they have in their hand a can of coffee-flavored energy drink that they haven't cracked open yet; it's still cold, and they haven't really been waiting that long. but they've been waiting long enough to understand that the other person here is someone who is really having a bad time of it.]

[they'd watched him drain his coffee so quickly that it barely seemed possible, and it's only after a few more moments of watching him pace that they raise their head and tilt the sealed drink in his direction.]

It's not much, but I'm here for heart problems, so I probably shouldn't be drinking much caffeine right now. Do you want this to hold you over?