When she speaks again, Derek looks back over at her. He'll give credit where its due to the machine; his jumpsuit might be dry in time for the debriefing after all, so he's significantly less stressed with that thought in mind.

"I'm Derek," he responds with a smile that's a lot less shit-eating grin and a lot more nice-to-meet-you. "And you're welcome, because there's entirely the possibility in this place that it might actually have been literally," he replies.

A few moments later, his jumpsuit is finally dry and it's a little discolored where the coffee spilled, but it's not the worst stain he's ever seen. Derek slips his arms back into the sleeves and shrugs the jumpsuit on, zipping it back up. "We should probably get back before they start. If you want another coffee, can I suggest that I carry it for you?" he asks, only half joking, but he's giving her an amused little smile all the same to let her know he doesn't really mean anything by it.