One eye closes briefly in something like a lazy wink, shrugging a second later. "I know a guy." Not really. But it sounds cooler than he stole it. He pours her a cup and slides it over in case she wants to join him in his cool guy lean, or like, sit at the table like a normal human. At the message question, he hesitates, but then nods. "I saw it. Sorry I didn't reply... that didn't go so well for me last time." So that bourbon is still making him real honest, apparently. He grimaces then hides it behind a long drink.