Coffee! Even with stuff in it, it was not to be turned down. He had no idea how his stomach would react to the drink, as it was currently churning uneasily. He'd already thrown up everything in it, but this was a form of coffee and he could almost always stomach it. Coffee and painkillers, and a smoke or four. Fantastic breakfast. He just had to sort of move to achieve it. "Thanks, Shep," he said, his voice still rasping a little, although he frowned in obvious confusion at the mention of something called an omnitool.
His eyes widened painfully as a pair of sunglasses sort of knitted themselves together in front of him, and he glanced up at Shep as she held them out to him afterwards. "What...?" he managed, as he reached for them with a very shaky hand. Everything was much easier to look at when he put them on, though. "Thanks again," he muttered, before trying to move enough to sit up. Sure, he was a drunk, but he could sit up nicely if someone was talking to him and being nice to him. Easier said than done.