"Yes Memphis," it was a subdued tone, and with her head down she probably more closely resembled a teenager being chastised than a grown woman receiving advice, the trouble was that for the first time ever, she knew it, and resented it just a little bit. Not a lot, because damn, it was sensible advice, but, she also knew she wouldn't have much choice if work required her to go places, that was where she went.
She slung the bag over her shoulder, and started for the door, "So, er, did you want a replacement coffee? Or I could get you something else if you wanted?"