[Keith is standing out of the rain nearby with his own cigarette, although his was forgotten a while ago as he watched the rain and the people coming and going. He didn't smoke much to begin with anyway, and the initial stress of being dropped in an unknown place in the midst of its war had passed already.
He's pulled out of his silent watching when he hears the man make a strange noise, then slams into the wall. It sounds like he had nearly choked. He's not particularly worried -- he looked like he'll live, at least -- but he still steps over to him anyway, raising the bottle of water (it was made of plastic, something he doesn't remember seeing back home) as an offer.]
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He's pulled out of his silent watching when he hears the man make a strange noise, then slams into the wall. It sounds like he had nearly choked. He's not particularly worried -- he looked like he'll live, at least -- but he still steps over to him anyway, raising the bottle of water (it was made of plastic, something he doesn't remember seeing back home) as an offer.]