He wasn't quite burning the midnight oil the night before, but it turned out that time zones were worse on his body than he'd remembered. Maybe it was the stress? He didn't really want to think about how stressed he was, but...

"O-Oh, uh..." He's honestly surprised that anyone else was here, so despite a moment of stammering he's tensed to attack before he reins that in real fast. Especially considering what he was looking at: a younger-than-him, dark-skinned and purple-haired... person of some kind?

"Th-thanks. My daughter told me I had to try one of these " Garrot offers the hornless beverage, hoping to finish the trade quickly. He sees that tail wrapping around a leg and... well, he doesn't empathize, but he wants to be nice. "You're a... a basilisk, yeah? Don't see many of those up north."

But about all he can manage is awkward small talk. Oops.