((OOC: And now me! Jeez, sorry. Yesterday was a rough one))
"There's a war on, apparently," The eyeroll expressed exactly how much Jax or John cared about the idea. "I think it's a load of crap, to be honest. Call me a hippie, but I'm not one for fighting over ideas,"
There was a little squinty face at the remark, before Jax shook her head. "Oh, no, sorry. I live alone. Aslan's the Agency friend of mine. John's the tea-drinker. And... I just realized you probably think I sound insane. Sorry. He's awake, and kind of full of himself. I don't even realize I do it, most of the time. Talk like he's..." She took her drink with a little smirk at the barista who was eyeing her, and moved off to the side, waiting for Jenny to get hers so they could go sit down.