[Ed snatches the hat back with a noncommittal noise and flops back down in front of his own coffee, which is probably stone cold by now.]

I'm not kidding about finding somewhere better to mope, you know. Think about what everyone in this room must've survived not that long ago... They've all got their own problems to worry over, and they're the lucky ones, just like we are. [The guy's name would be a weird one for an Exile, and he suspects none of them would be this apparently clueless.] They don't need yours on top of that.

[...says the guy who was whining about his brother's cats to more or less a total stranger a few minutes ago.]