Joe took a moment to size up the newest arrival to the staff room and, man. He'd seen tired people before in his days as a student with a propensity to procrastinate and later working around the clock during the war, but few had ever managed to achieve the level of exhaustion radiating from the dude. A big part of Joe wanted to gently lead him to the nearest bed, tuck him in, and sing a lullaby until he passed out for at least a dozen hours.
"Yeah, that's me," Joe said, offering up a friendly smile. "Joe Trohman at your service, stranger."