The bellowing brought a good-morning wince to Sid's face. Fortunately for him, though, his reflexes had woken up before the rest of him. He managed to catch the thermos, bemusedly fumbling it out of midair by the wrong end of the handle and giving the other man a mutely-puzzled look before righting it and peering at its contents.

The smell hit him before the dark liquid computed. Of course. Soldier's coffee had roughly the smell and consistency of battery acid. "Didn' happen t'bring cream 'n sugar, didja?" he joked weakly, glancing up.