Blank/Shepard
Almost as soon as he vanished he returned at a reasonably distance. There was a cup in each of his hands.
While Blank was still adamant on not sharing his personal pit of despair. As far as he knew this gesture would make no difference.
"But, I can help you with this.. Here it isn't a drink drink, it's just orange juice. And if you're planning on staying like that, you may need it." He offered the cup in his right hand to her. "I'm not the best at giving advice to any one, nor am I the greatest at giving condolences. But... Please?"