Mayt blinks, surprised. "It's Sasha's birthday next week? She never said anything about that..." He mused for a moment, rubbing his chin. "Should I give you my address, or just wait for you here?" He looked up as she got up, putting his hands back on the table. He hadn't even touched his drink yet. "And I look like death because I haven't washed since yesterday, which was when I had my round. I was too tired to bother last night and I was distracted this morning." He looked down at himself, admitting he should've taken a shower, and he rubs his head. "Yeah... Sorry about looking how I am." He bites his lip. "I need to get home. I live a couple streets over..." He gives her his address, pointing, and starts to stand up, much more stable now. "Thanks for the drink." He gave her a slight smile.