His eyes halfmoon as his lips curl, eyebrows raising faintly in surprise and amusement. A joker, huh? Good, a proper sense of humor would make tolerating this place a little more bearable, even if he wasn't sure he could answer with any joke of his own - everything felt suggestive in a dangerous way.

"Hope you know we're goin' Dutch on the bill." The flask is handed back with a grin before he samples his mug as he listens, teeth bearing slightly after he swallows. Oh yeah. That's what he needed.

"Believe it or not, I've got a wool coat over my denim, no more than four layers. Five if you count the blanket. Grew up with Kentucky winters. Though I'll take whatever free advice folks want to hand out. Kentucky winters ain't got nothin' on that. I doubt either of us expected to wake up in the middle of no where. Just glad my hat managed to make it here.. somehow."