"I'll keep that in mind and give you a head's up. But, wow. Stop making me want to hire you," Tony blurted out, suddenly. After all, he felt responsible that she died, even if it was justifiable and in self-defense. "I mean, who doesn't like a menacing ego boost? Even if it's weird. And creepy."
Tony didn't want things to get awkward. He also didn't want to get hypothermia sitting out in the cold. He put the coffee down and dug around in his coat pocket for one of the thumb-drive sized blood draws and a small square with an alcohol wipe. He put them down on the table and slid them toward her with a fingertip.
"Here. Give yourself a poke on the side of your wrist. It's kinda like having your blood sugar checked. I don't need to stick you full of needles or anything."