If she could hex people with her eyes Roger Davies would likely be rather uncomfortable at the moment. She didn't see any hilarity in the fact that he had just scared the bloody hell out of her. "Glad I could be of some entertainment," she growled her grip tightening on her wand. She wasn't in the mood and could quite easily come up with whatever random hex jumped into her mind.
She watched him take a sip of his coffee and really wished she had a cup. Her empty mug was sitting on the corner of her desk. "I'll give you that at least you're not Gaskin," she conceded. "But you could have at least gotten me a cup to apologize for scaring the shite out of me."