The bumblings of a teenage boy would normally hardly be enough to distract Khan. But there's something about the voice of the boy that seems familiar. He must be on the network, and thus also a transplant to this world. Raising one eyebrow, he lowers his book, and cocks his head at Stiles.

"...Do you have enough for a replacement cup?" he asks, his voice rumbling with amusement and what seems like empathy. Already some hapless coffee slinger is appearing with a mop, and Khan scoots his chair back to avoid the spreading puddle.