"Well if that's all, perhaps a coffee would do you better than orange juice and water. You'll get the caffeine and it'll warm you up, too," Mason said with a small laugh. It was an interesting choice of words, calling herself cold-blooded. Really, to most people it wouldn't be, obviously she'd meant that she simply got cold easy, but Mason always found ways to relate things to death. Cold-blooded murder, cold-blooded killer. He mused about her for a second trying to connect those two things to her, but they didn't fit. They did for him, and glancing around the room and noticing a man who looked a bit scruffy and on the dangerous side, he'd say the description probably fit that man too.
But not her, she didn't seem the type. Too sweet, too innocent looking, if maybe a little worn around the edges from lack of sleep or worry. She was exactly the type that tugged at Mason's sadistic little heart strings. "My name's Mason, by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier when I first came to wait on you, it was rude of me."