Daphne frowned at Astoria's response; she at least expected to be glared at and told to shut up. Instead, she got a shrug? Dear Merlin, what was wrong? Her surprise was surpassed immediately by her concern, but she tried to conceal it on her face. If Astoria was uncharacteristically being a drama queen, she wasn't going to be happy. She was glad to see the sunglasses come off, but Astoria didn't look right still. Not just her state, but there was something missing her eyes. A defiance? An attitude? Were was the Greengrass attitude that they both had?
When Astoria mentioned sleeping with men, Daphne sighed. This was about a guy? What did she have a bad night with some loser that sucked in bed? If that was the case, Daphne might just tell her to go home and clean herself up. That was certainly not a reason for her to look like that. The classy thing to do was kick the guy out immediately, shower, and dress to impress the next day when one hooked a loser. Finally, when Astoria seemed didn't seem to get better, she moved from behind the counter and to where the old hag left coffee for the customers with a stupid sign that said 'you spill, you buy it' in reference to the books around. She poured Astoria a cup and thrust it at her with an impatient sigh.
"Have coffee. And if some guy was a bad fuck, the best revenge is to look awesome the next day and tell him without words what he's missing by being a prick," she advised.