[It's fine. Soldat isn't going anywhere for another hour or three, anyway. They don't have their notebook open, since they're expecting company, but they do have their feet up on the pew in front of them and chin on the arms folded across their knees, looking vaguely across the room.

The sound of footsteps has them looking up, then over, then smiling a little.]

Hey. Did you seriously bring a drink, too?

[Why's everyone so nice to them, seriously. It's so very undeserved.]