"Oh, sure." Radar doesn't exactly snap out of his funk, but having an immediate task at hand does lighten his expression a little. He finishes dusting off his pants and points. "The Oak & Iron's over that way, they got all kinds of stuff, not just cocoa. Oh and I'm Radar, sir, Radar O'Reilly. It's nice to meet you."

As they begin their short trek to the inn, he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"I don't think I've seen you around before. Didja just get here?"