"Looking for the answers to life's mysteries is overrated," Mike means it in the moment, before he takes a sip. He means it after the sip, too. Can't fault him for wondering if every bit of food might have an effect now, even if the effect is mild.

(In this case it's nonexistent, except for a pleasant buzz should he have enough of it.)

It is, after all, what got him into trouble. Doesn't dwell too much on the whys and hows behind how he's come to this decision, and he almost catches himself looking for something familiar in his sightline. That's futile. It's not his beach. But he's less likely to see passing people. (Passing children. That's the one that pulls on his heartstrings enough to prick at his eyes.)

"It's a wild guess, just spitballing here, but what was the last thing you remember doing?" A look accompanied by a nod as if to suggest the idea of "before" without having to mention the word. "Did you happen to take a spill and hit your head on something?"

Right now, it's half-hearted. None of this is terrible. It's not even vaguely bad by Mike Enslin Standards. This is ...fine? Which would make it a really well-laid trap, sure, but that's easily waved off, and even moreso after another sip.