Miguel was fine with shaking Sunila's hand, since it didn't last too long. He frowned a little at the mention of Irish coffee, and tried to remember if he knew how to make that. He'd ask Lyla or Maria later, he decided, and then reached for another mug for Sunila's coffee.
"I'm... myself again. So that's better," he admitted as he poured out the mug for Sunila. He'd had a few moments in the first day or so where he'd felt like he was about to start fading, but he was able to sort those moments out himself - Nothing had fallen through suddenly-intangible hands since he'd changed back, so he couldn't be a ghost any more. He passed over the mug of black coffee to Sunila, before looking round for the different creamers. "I really don't like all the changes that are going on, though," he added, rubbing at the back of his neck as he spoke. "They make me think we're being played with."