[He looks vaguely horrified at the mention of a patterned anything. He tries to avoid anything flashy. Hell, he avoids color if he can help it, and the few times he's chosen to stray from that have resulted in some truly, truly terrible shirts.]

Huh. I guess I hadn't considered... staying. No offense-- whoever was here, I was thinking I would just have to let them down easy and then...

[He trails off, frowning. Makes him feel full of himself, doesn't it? Really, it's just that his loss is too recent for him to think about dating again. Back home, he'd had Nina, and he'd liked her, but even that wasn't as serious as she would have liked it to be -- he'd been closed off, painfully so. Not exactly date material.

He huffs a sigh as he rubs at the back of his neck, finally chuckling after a moment. Relax, not everything is life or death.]

You know what? I could use a drink. I'd hate to see it go to waste, too. Here--

[He extends a hand, holding it out for a shake.]

I'm Angel.