Jon felt relieved when it appeared as though Dr. Marchetti was willing to play by his rules. The Cheyenne wasn't entirely sure if he could trust her just yet, but his need of a specialist had thrown the necessity of trust out the window. "I think we understand each other." Jon confirmed then sat in the chair Giosetta had offered him. Forge wasn't just being his paranoid self on this one, he had his reasons for playing this one close to the vest.
When she gestured at the expresso machine, he smirked even though Forge understood it was a swipe at his own coffee preference. Loud and bitter. But she quickly brought up another subject Forge didn't normally discuss. "I left it in a jungle. Don't worry, it has my leg for company." Jon shared but quickly turned the conversation back to coffee. "When I was stationed in Italy I got a taste for expresso." He gestured at her cup. "Had a machine in my house in Dallas but never got it to taste right. Guess you need some Italian..." He leaned back in chair and did the unthinkable, he got comfortable. Until the pain in his arm seared back to life. "Ffffff..." Jon stopped short of saying the whole word while he clutched the limb to his core. "...in you." Jon finished his thought between waves of pain.