Yeah, he'll fix that in a little while, but... coffee was the priority this morning, for all of the obvious reasons. The invitation to join her pleases him; just what he was hoping for. He brings his coffee -- medium, black, dark roast -- and settles down across from her with another smile.
"I completely understand." Lelouch chuckles, flicking a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "Supposedly human society managed very well without caffeine for centuries, but I can't imagine how. Lelouch," he adds, with a tilt of his head. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Martha. Aramaic in origin. A common enough Britannian name... But that doesn't necessarily mean she's not speaking Greek, or even a wholly alien language. He keeps being tempted to take the communicator off for a while. Not the moment, of course; but eventually...