Rude? York? Naaaaah, never. (If it's opposite day.) He stands there, holding the hot coffees, unbothered for now by the heat seeping into his hardware.

The android seems tense, watching the newcomer without moving from his position by the replicators, and doesn't seem to relax upon the exchange of information. The teal glow turns to gold, then back to teal after a moment, then does York relax.

"Cool, I guess. I'm York. If you're looking for food, you'd be better off at the diner I think. Unless you want coffee."