"In California?" If that's the one, then maybe later. "We could always go for a walk." He watches her face as she takes a sip -- there's a faint but notable flavor beneath the coffee beans, and it's something a little like copper, and it mixes well with the caffeine. Guns only looked at her strangely because he did not know what to expect, but now that he's sure she means no harm, further contact will be better received.
"Well, the world," amends Guns, "but if you have too many options, you can be paralyzed by indecision." He reaches to take his coffee back. "You like it?"