Aaron felt the other person's presence before he saw him. The way around his body didn't have the same chill as previously. Every inch of his body wanted him to flee, but the stubbornness of his nature kept his feet planted from moving. Aaron embraced what fear there might be, and replaced it with sheer determination to own his situation.
The words spoken to him told him everything he wanted. He should leave. This was not a promising situation. His immediate reaction was to unload a magazine into this man's chest, and call it done. That could be obviously seen as the weapon was pulled a third of the way out. Though his gut told him not to. Told him that this, would not end in his favor, and it had nothing to do with the amount of civilians around him.
Vanguard eyed the taller man, and with a faint click pushed his weapon back into it's holster. "Coffee." When was the last time he had a decent cup of coffee that wasn't lukewarm. "I assume, you have a faint idea on what is happening to me, and how I possibly ended up waking up here." His brown eyes glanced around, and then back to the other man. "I will do coffee." Fuck it. What was the harm in that?