The coughing seems to have more or less settled, although there is an occasional small interruption, but overall the water seems to have been expelled from his lungs. But it's still everywhere else, and all his clothes are soaked to the skin. He hasn't even realized he's wearing scrubs yet, since scrubs are so familiar a set of clothing for him; it feels entirely normal to be dressed the way he is. Just, usually he's not wet while dressed like this. Mulcahy raises his hands to try and press the water out of his hair and he succeeds at least somewhat, and when Major holds out the glasses he blinks at them near-sightedly for a moment before reaching for them. The glasses are not modern ones, at least as Major would know glasses, wire frames with backs that obviously hook around the ears instead of just over, which might give him a clue that the man in front of him isn't quite as up to Major's place in the timeline.

"'Father' is fine, if you want to specify some sort of title. I have a few more, but my real-" a last small cough "-my real name is Francis Mulcahy. And you? I'm impressed that you know of Andersen's stories, but what exactly is happening here?"