[He takes off his helmet and sets it on the nearest reasonably available surface. Some conversations you just don't want to have through a visor.]

Well, everyone on that mission owes you some gratitude. The least I can do is bring coffee.

[He shrugs, gives a small toast with his mug, and takes a sip. He's stalling a bit - they have to shift away from the pleasantries at some point.]

How are you holding up? [Wait, more than one meaning.] And I don't mean physically.