*looks at you, his expression sharp, for all that he is dumbfounded by the way your mood and attitude turns so swiftly: you do not respond to him, yet you invite him back?* When you find someone who can help you, let me know. I'll ensure he or she has adequate security clearance.
*turns to leave* Sleep, Erestor. Give up the damned coffee. *walks out the door and outside, onto the street, utterly perplexed as to what has happened to you (because there is so little of you left now)*