Nicotine is definitely not something Roxas wants to have right now. Even in his place in space, wherever that is, that's something he'd still rather do without. The taste of it might appeal to him, or the cool factor, but actually ingesting it.. makes him cringe. In this state, at least, probably only slightly.

"That's okay, I don't want. Touched. I don't want to be touched. I'm good. No touch, we're good." Those words come far apart and barely calculated, mostly because he's high off his shit. Hopefully babysitting won't be called for, but if he doesn't come down it just might. So, maybe, to combat this, by sipping on his solid liquor he'll pull away from that high and move towards the downer he's ingesting. That makes sense.

"I'm okay here.. but.. it'd be cool to be back home. But I'm okay here." With a great big sigh, then a groan, "It's great there's finally someone pretty damn cool here to hang with. Been long enough."