"Morning," Beckett returned the greeting with a nod. He was British, obviously, unless the accent was some kind of very elaborate cover, and she'd have to be well beyond the realm of paranoid if she was going to start contemplating whether the accent of the random guy in the coffee was fake or not. Thankfully, her sleep-deprived brain wasn't at that point just yet and wouldn't be any time soon as the barista handed her the coffee she'd ordered.
"You new in town?" she asked conversationally with a friendly smile, figuring she had a little bit of time until the Captain would be in for the morning. It was always a good idea to meet the new people in town, and not always just for the good it did her profession to recognize familiar faces. Contrary to popular belief around the precinct, Beckett actually did maintain something of flimsy social life.