"Uh, hello? Beverage of the gods?" He can see Gonou's ears flicking when he turns to look at him properly, and keeps his voice low to be less of a distraction. "Who doesn't love that hot bitter bean juice, designed entirely for dragging that last crumb of wakefulness your body possesses to its limit?"

He sticks his own free hand out, groping awkwardly through ruined depth perception before he pins a hand on the canteen counter. "Here, two steps forward, if you stick your arm out the counter's about, uh- belly height, on you."