Richie wrapped his hands around the whole of his cup, warming them up, because he was still the idiot who didn't bother with gloves in the winter unless he was yelled at to do it, first. He was getting pretty tired of the cold, not used to it anymore, despite having grown up in an area that knew frigid temperatures. California had spoiled him.
"Yeah, I figured I'd offer a tour. Not that it's big enough to, you know, not figure out yourself. But there's these doors--" he paused, coffee cup half way to his mouth, and blinked at Dan. "Is there something on my face?"