Glancing down at the bottle in his hand, he offered it up to the man with a sheepish grin, “You can have some if you want. There isn' much left...” As if to attest to that, Keiran hiccuped before he gave into a fit of giggles that wasn't exactly normal to see coming from a man of his stature.
“Never been there,” he murmured rather sullenly, seeming depressed that the easiest of the solutions was not the answer to their problems. “Maybe I just look like someone that you know...” he suggested, though it was obvious that even he didn't believe that. There was a connection here, Keiran just didn't want to have to look for it.
The moment that the man declared that he didn't want the CD, Keiran decided it wasn't worth having as well. Again, a frown wrinkled his brow, “Well, what's your name? I'm Keiran!” With that, he offered up a hand for shaking.