[She sighs, not because of him but because-- well. The body locker in the basement scores another body or few, right? Brows knit and her weight slowly shifting from foot to foot while she considers that, not turning back to him immediately and instead gets the pan full and frying before tossing away eggshells.
And then she does, stepping up to lightly comb back his damp hair.] Coffee? [Your resignation gives you a pass to being spoiled. But just this morning.]