He finds the pot and turns to get the can when he sees Raven standing there. While it doesn’t make him completely stop what he’s doing, he’s a bit more focused on him now. Part of him is curious how he’d make it, though he doesn’t reach to grab him another cup.

“Where did you come from, anyway? I didn’t ask before.” It’s his standard question, so he might as well ask before he wanders off again. “Location and date. It’s almost rare to find someone who knows about coffee around here.”