She does have the horrible burden of being able to feel him. Him, Tobias, the new girl, a few others. It was.. difficult and it was starting to make her seem, or feel, somewhat darker, more curious about the darkness within them. That was bad for her, but she couldn't help it.
If it's not Bailey's or Cask and Cream she's not really interested in what it is. Her cocoa sipped after a moment, then she turns and looks up at him, pale eyes, somewhere between glacial green and glacial blue watch his own. A faint tilt of her head comes and she reaches and gently lays her hand atop his own, warm from her cup. "I'm well enough. I just.. I can feel you, so I wanted to meet you. You don't have to worry, I'm not here to lecture you or beg you to stop or anything else."