Ugh...no, it's alright. I can smell the alcohol all the way over here, is all. It's getting to me a little.

[He swallows sickly, but he's not bent over a bus pan so it could be worse, right? All the same, he's not in any hurry to get back to his feet again. Just the few minutes he spent standing there have totally wiped him out. He blinks up at Allen, exhausted, but pleased to feel as if he's engaged in a friendly conversation.]

When things wind down I can go lie in the break room for a little bit if you don't mind helping Nill at the bar when she needs it? I don't get paid, so I can't give you my share for the night but I know she won't mind splitting tips with you. She's great about that.