Depth Charge was already reaching out before the man could even finish the sentence- he took the cup and downed the contents in one long gulp before clunking it back onto the table, hand tensed around it. It wasn't exactly energon but it cleared both his mouth and his head a little, even if he knew he'd wind up feeling waterlogged for it later.

His breathing had felt unsteady before, but now he could feel himself settling back into something more regular and even. After a moment his grip loosened on the glass and he forced himself to look up at the man.

"Thanks," he managed, a little gruffly, avoiding making eye contact. He wasn't used to being grateful anyway, but now it felt as though he had his face on a wanted poster around the place; even if he didn't recognise the man at all, Depth Charge still couldn't shake the feeling that people knew what had happened last night. Even if they didn't, he probably looked rough enough to give it away anyway. "Got a name?"