Moana sat down next to him, then picked up her cup and gestured for him to do the same. "Help yourself. It's not champagne, of course, but I know for me, at least, caffeine is never a bad thing." As late as she stayed up at night, it was actually a requirement... the only reason she'd learned how to work the machine.
She couldn't quite interpret the expression on his face as he looked around. No one had ever actually commented on the lack of personality in her home; most of those who visited preferred the lack of visible personality, and that they could see whatever they wanted to on the canvas of the room. She would give him a moment before she started talking business, however, to let him get comfortable.