Re: Kitchen & Faol.
[The smell over the connection rouses a Cro-Magnon grunt out of him, sense memory filling in the details. Thick and earthy and his bed is foregone for a following stumble into the kitchen. There's a body in front of him - someone - and he almost runs smack into Preston's back, collision at the breath-stealing speed of snail. Then, just one word:] Coffeeeeeeee. [Take that zombies. Brains for you, sweet life giving essence for former CIA agents.]