There's someone else at the coffee already: what looks rather like a helmetless Roman soldier pouring himself a cup in one of those anachronistic moments the Nexus seems to love. On the other hand, he's measuring that stuff out with what looks like far more care (even a hint of trepidation, perhaps) than it deserves, so probably he isn't used to doing this.

He is quick to step back when he realized he's holding up a more avid caffeine enthusiast, and picks up a cup from the pile to offer her. "Ah. Pardon me."