"Coffee." Already made coffee, even. Roy fumbled for a cup, had a half-formed thought about how he should get a mug to keep in here that fifteen other people probably hadn't drunk out of already, and poured himself a cup of delicious coffee. It was his only vice now, and he wasn't giving it up, okay? He needed it.

After about the first half of the cup he was awake enough to say, "Oh, hey. I'm Roy."