"Thank you, thank you." Radek picked up the cup and sniffed at the contents, focusing and taking a sip of the hot beverage. "It will do," he muttered, lowering the cup again.
He looked up at the young woman and eyed her name badge, reading it out loud. "Nesryn," he said, repeating it twice as if recalling something. Which he was. "A free spirit, a born communicator, and very creative!" he declared to her with a flourish. He was recalling his aunt, the one who'd originally started him thinking about what he was studying at the university and how it was not what the church elders were doing.