[This late? But he doesn't ask that, because when she gets closer, he notices how her hair is done up, and her makeup was a little fresher than normal.
Was he forgetting something? Racking his brain, his eyes traveling over her face, but kind of shying away from her touch.] N-no, I'm alright. Really. [Puts a mouthful of sandwich between her and his alcohol-laden breath. God, does he ever need coffee. And a shower.]