"Aa." He was tired, and he didn't really want to talk anymore. To much of anyone, unless by some certified miracle he ran into Max. Hopefully he wouldn't come off as too rude when he extracted himself from the conversation...he intended to go find a quiet corner and sleep for about the next year. His anxiety attacks always left him feeling exhausted and like he'd been stuck through a wringer.
"Sorry to freak you out like that. And thanks for the drink." He nodded in polite farewell, and whistled to Banzai, who immediately heeled to him.