Taking the tone and correction in stride Raava shut the door, heading back to the table she had setup behind her desk that was just for tea and food. Setting the tea pot to start heating up she looked back over at him, "Would you like tea, Bucky? Calming, stomach pains, energy, anything sound good?" Personally, she thought he might need something for his nerves, but she definitely wouldn't say that.
Her eyes drifted from him to the colorful tapestries and bolts of cloth she had strung up over all of the walls to hide the boring rock underneath, they were from all different places that she had traveled along with her home city. Rows of books and even a few statuettes--mostly gifts--were scattered on the bookcases she had also brought. When Raava moved in, she moved in. But she believed that to get people to relax and open up, you had to expose yourself, it was an exchange of sorts, and this was her.
Personally, she would be having some dark Thai tea, as she needed the energy. An unexpected though interesting conversation the night prior had caused her to not be quite as alert as she normally would be and Thai tea was her favorite wake up drink. The boy's expression made her wonder if he had been forced in her by someone, or if possibly he was even hiding from someone looking for him, the latter was surprisingly common, as people didn't look for troublemakers to be voluntarily in her office often.