That was not what Hawkeye had been hoping to hear. He turns, looking around at the sea, the docks and then the buildings of the town. This was it then. Maybe it was a coma fantasy. If that was the case, there was nothing he could do about it- just sit back and enjoy it while his body sorted itself out.

He looks back to the man when drink is mentioned. "I'm hoping you know somewhere that serves drinks?" He says, because he could really do with one, real or not. "Lots of drinks?"

Then maybe he can think, and the world might stop spinning. Even if it doesn't, he might feel better about it spinning.