"Fountain fresh, though I think the cold water took years off my life," Nida shrugged.

For now he remained standing, turning to put his back against the counter Reyes had just been behind. There was clearly an appraisal going on, from the way Nida looked him over. And not a 'you look tasty' sort of looking over. No, a 'figure this person out' sort of look over. Too bad there wasn't much to read with new people, who didn't even have their own clothes to add metaphorical color to a personality.

"Nida Nomura," he offered after a beat. "Did you get harassed by ice mice upon arrival, or am I one of the unfortunate few so far?"