Someone touches his arm and he flinches inadvertently, shaking his head in a tiny, realigning movement that doesn't particularly succeed in re-orienting him at all. He doesn't recognize her, and he doesn't really get why she's talking to him since, well, he looks like shit.

"I'm fine," he rasps out, entirely unconvincingly, but she succeeds in getting him to set down the suitcase since that uneven balance was throwing him off. "I mean - I will be." Probably. Maybe. Hopefully. "Uh - Sam." He squints, head to an angle. "Who, uh, did you wake up here too?"