The asset watches him sidelong, without ever making actual eye contact, and holds the coffee up to his face without actually drinking it, just feeling the warmth and smelling the steam. Both hands are covered in gloves, so it's impossible to see the metal of the left one, but with the movement, there's the faint sound of gears and metal under his sleeve that Five might notice.

His vaguely confused expression remains for a beat after the question as he tries to parse why someone would be asking him for his opinion, then smooths out into nothing when he finds a reason. It's a request for tactical analysis. For a sitrep. From a child. (Well. Adolescent? The asset is not great at gauging ages.) "Arrival methods unknown, no clear connection between those brought here, and only one man in an otherwise abandoned town waiting for us," he reports quietly. "Eighty percent likely to no bet the one who brought us here, does not appear to have that ability. But he refuses to talk about himself. Or answer any real questions. Suspicious behavior." The asset doesn't trust people, in general, but even he can tell that's weird. So he finishes, "Potentially dangerous situation."