[He manages to keep a straight face when those big tearful eyes meet his, because wow, he doesn't want to be known as Scott Summers, the guy that laughed when a mother and wife was crying over missing her family. It's just she's clearly drunk! Which, okay, helps him to stay serious and focused, because preventing her from drinking more is definitely top priority here.

He glances briefly at the bartender, motioning that he wants a water-- if just to give it to Yor later. Surely she wouldn't notice if he just... gave her his drink.]

I am... and I am worried about my students. They matter the world to me.

[...He's really keeping his eyes focused on her face here. He's trying at least.]

I understand how frustrating it is to be trapped here, away from the people we love and care about. But... I promise, drinking ourselves into oblivion isn't going to help.