Octane certainly had a lot of feelings about getting to know someone over drinks. Eames liked drinks for when he was working on a mark, but he didn't think that Octane was that. After all what was he hoping to get from anyone here? No one seemed to have a way to get out of this place. "I'm afraid I manage to function like an adult no matter how sober I might be." He assured his roommate, but was happy to accept a drink. He'd have preferred something a little less astringent, but he'd live. He heard there was a bar here after all, might as well explore that at some point.
"Ta, Eames," He introduced himself as Octane offered him a glass, reaching out to accept it as he offered his name and thanks at the same time. At least Octane didn't seem to mind that he was more than likely not going to be too chummy with his assigned roommate. "That we do." He agreed lifting his glass in a cheers to that much at least.
"And how long have you been here?" He asked him, curious how much more information he could get from his roommate - if any.