Cliff watches the others as they talk, sipping his coffee.  Not wanting to interrupt, wanting them to get comfortable with each other.  Knowing their lives might depend on that.  He reaches a hand out, patting Ming's hand.  "Just take things easy, get used to them."<br/><br/>Withdrawing his hand, he looks back to the doctor.  "Learned a few things in the army," he says.  "Thanks," he says, but think it was some good coffee I found.  And don't get to used to it, there isn't a lot of the good stuff," he says, a little sadly.