The fact that he served her something to drink, albeit just coffee, touched Hebe deep deep within her psyche in a spot she'd tried long and hard to forget about. This wasn't just a friend handing her a glass of water or a lover giving a cup of coffee to her, this was someone she had served for thousands and thousands of years before she was married off to that bastard. And he was serving her.
Hebe accepted the materialized cup of coffee with a respectful nod of her head. "They shout, cry and simper at you? I get confused looks and they reach for the phone to call either the cops or the men with white jackets. When that happens I just leave and run if I have to. How many of us are there in LA now? And why? I've been here since the late twenties, early thirties and I haven't seen anyone here except you two. Although that doesn't mean much given the size of LA."