He must come here a lot, if the coffee maker's that familiar. Taylor...well. Wanders to the livingroom and looks everything over. There's a moment where things feel deeply familiar to him, a warmth and relaxation in his bones he can't quite blame on the beer. Something about this place screams safe and not just because the furniture all has solid sightlines and easy access to exit points.

"They mean well." He offers, wandering back to the kitchen, cocking a hip to lean against the counter. "You have to tell me what sold you though- was it the 'Sarge can dance' line or the 'Sarge will climb you like a tree' line? Or something else. I'm never sure which is the one that gets me a walk somewhere nice."