Joey held his hand up, refusing the drink. “Thank you, though,” he responded. His eyes scanned the room quickly, looking over the state of his apartment. It was about what he'd expect from the Blight. It was barely liveable. Good enough for these standards, though. “You know, I'm surprised. Are strangers breaking in and sitting in your living room a norm for you country boys?” He looked back to the other man curiously, slowly getting to his feet as he spoke.