[Derek quietly follows Reid into the prison coffee shop, which was just weird to grasp, a coffee shop in a prison. But nonetheless, here it was right in front of him. He was in it. With Reid.
He looks around warily, not really trusting any of this.] I won't say no to some coffee while we make a plan... if you think the coffee's okay.
[Because with the way everyone seems to be so accepting of this place, the thought has suddenly occurred to Derek that the coffee might be drugged.]