The drugs, perhaps. They kicked in sometime after the refugee from the People's States of Europe set down the tea Tom didn't ask for but didn't have any goddamn energy at all to send back -- too busy getting the childproof cap back on, too busy keeping the bile down, too busy ignoring the pointed stares, the accusatory glances from people who are here by design of the Universe specifically to pry into his business. There is a somehow appropriate inversion of values and status here.