"Confused ain't even gonna come close to how I'm feeling," he admitted, then tilted his head back to look up at her from where he was crouched by the wall.
"I don't earn enough for that sort've food," he continued, glancing over at the display full of all kinds of real food, "but yeah, sure, I'll have a coffee." Right now, he was too tired and exhausted and confused to care if it was really poison or brain drugs or whatever. He might even catch a break for once, and it'd be real coffee.