Feeling strange sensations of drowsiness overtake her, Daryl forced her muscles rigidly, attempting to avoid swaying with the car's movements with a hand wrapped around the door handle. As they approached the coffee shop, she pursed her lips slightly. "Then you may not have heard of this case yet," she murmured. "The Joker has become quite a headliner in Seattle."
As they reached the drive through, she glanced over at Ms. Eirwen, straightening up slightly at the question. "A large black coffee, no sugar, served at lukewarm temperature." Yes, she was very precise.