Not something he expected, honestly. Some helmets have that little catch at the front for drinking and shit- it's uncomfortable and awkward but ultimately doable with a straw, which he would've grabbed if Locus so desired. Getting to see the man under the mask, the guy that just kicked his ass? A pleasant bonus.

"You're welcome. Thanks for not breaking me." He lifts his mug in a lazy salute, sipping. Honestly- the guy looks tired. Most vets tend to. Tired and twitchy. "If you wanna bypass the mess entirely but wouldn't mind an extra pair of eyes-"

He knows how these feelings work- though he does take a moment to snort. "Or an extra eye, you're welcome over whenever. I'm trying to find a way to grill the not meat to get it to taste like a burger."