Walter is comfortably sitting on the couch, coldy in his metal hand and the TV remote in the other, absentmindedly sipping the beverage as he watches whatever happens to be on, chuckling every so often at something on the program.

Today had been a down right pain, scorching too. Thankfully it was over before he knew it, and he was able to go home after only a few hard-fought matches. However, he's still very much alert. And thus, it doesn't take him a sec to notice the presence standing in the door frame.

"No need to be toey, mate. Yer not gettin' much chatter outta me from over there." He says, not bothering to take a glance over his shoulder and signaling the familiar presence over with two metal fingers.