I've learned I'm rather good at coming back from "disappearances," yes, [he answers, with a touch of irony that's meant only for his own amusement. He doesn't offer Blue a hand up, presuming that the other man is quite capable of doing so himself -- or, if he isn't, that's his own problem to deal with. It's belittling to try to help when it isn't asked for.

Instead, he just moves to the coffee machines, hands finding components that again, simultaneously feel like he hasn't used for months, but just used a few days ago.]

I haven't seen him here yet, but I'm certain he'll be around. That man is rather like a cockroach in that respect.

[And again, in spite of what he says, his tone is nothing but fond as he prepares coffee for himself. A glance to Blue, and then-] Did you miss him that much? You're coherent enough that I don't need to worry about acute alcohol poisoning, I assume.