Twisting the cup back and forth in her palm, Hestia looked down at the swirling still steaming liquid and the attractive man in front of her. "No- yes, no." She shook her head, and then bit her lip, embarrassed by her words and confusion. Waving a free hand, she shook her head and shrugged slightly. "I can't imagine- I- my suspicions were so low-" Hestia wet her lips to continue. "It was just because you mentioned getting a radio up and running- but I never imagined it would happen so quickly- or that it would really happen." Then again, she'd set up a clinic for werewolves, she wasn't the only one with self-starter goals- ideals. He obviously did, and was living them out nearly as much as she was...
Letting a hand curl, she bent the joint of her elbow on the table and looked at him for a long moment, her chin resting in the palm. "You can do so much..." she trailed off, her mind swirling with all the things she'd do if she had the courage to create something so bold.