[he stands in the doorway with his hand still on the door for support, staring blankly at the strange, young girl as she enthusiastically looks his pathetic living quarters over. when she finally speaks, he blinks as if seeing her for the first time.]

[dear God, pull yourself together, man.]

I'm afraid there's only so much one can do in an environment like this. [he gestures for her to take a seat on the sofa and crosses to the electric kettle and box of Twining's sitting on an old sideboard at the back of the room.] Would you like a cup of tea?