"How did you even know which room was ours?" Then he really looked at her, frowning some. Cissie had a wide arrange of emotions, but being lowkey on energy wasn't one of them.
"You want a soda, or coffee? I'm making myself coffee. Then you can tell me what's wrong." There wasn't a question in the last part. He moved into the tiled area, scooping grounds into a filter and filling the coffee pot with water.