action.
[john lifts his head up from the bench. his elbows rest on his knees, and he looks over towards the voice. it's strange to be drunk and to not feel his powers. both of these things, he's not used to at once, and he's in an entirely new place.
disorientation is intense at the moment. he lifts his head up to look over at her, still with the lost, drunk puppy face. it's all he's capable of right now. he'll apologize so much when he's more sober]
...Hi. [he waves at her, having the decency to look embarrassed at least] Thank you. For finding me.