[ There is a strange smell in the air, but Flynn is too focused on figuring out the most polite way to bully this large person into shelter, somehow. The diner doesn't seem like the right choice, given that's clearly where he came from, although—he really does look better already. Maybe just waking up and standing up was helpful?

Well, Flynn offers up his water regardless, wondering at how fresh the air is this morning. ]

It's really no trouble. I'd hate for you to get heat stroke! The first month we were here, no one really knew how to handle the sun, and there were a lot of injuries. Once you've drunk that—you have a room, don't you? At the hotel?