"Oh, thank you! Don't worry, though. I have plenty of water at my desk to counteract it."

He had to; the last thing he wanted was to collapse because he wasn't taking care of himself again. Mokuba would have his hide.

Though wait. The things that guy said...

"Of home?"

Oh, right, he was probably a foreigner. He definitely looked like one; he'd never seen a Japanese guy dress like that (outside of extremely ostentatious prosecutors, anyway, but they were outliers and should not be counted) before.

"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

A few steps to the right, just enough to give the foreigner room to get to the machine.