Yeah, no, the sandwich is obviously the lesser priority here. He takes a long sip of the coffee, letting the steam of it warm his nose as he brings it up close to press against the rim, pleased. As warm as it's been, the rain itself is still cold, and there's no protective gear to keep the rest of his face from getting chilly.

"That must get tiring," he decides, after considering the scenario for a moment. "Just - surprise after surprise. Not knowing who's telling the truth or who's lying about anything."

He pulls a face, nose scrunching, and takes a large bite of his sandwich.

"Trust no one."

Cynical kid.