Babs reached for a mug with a large handle --something easier for Laurie's hands to grasp-- and backed away from her desk. She kept the coffee maker in the corner by the window with a few other knickknacks and a picture of she and Dick. "One thing I will never run out of is coffee." Even decaf. She grabbed a packet as she navigated her chair easily with one hand.
"Safe? That's a good way of putting it. I actually keep reminding myself of that same thing," she said kindly. "I understand where you're coming from, which you're probably tired of hearing people telling you, but I was reading through your file last night and think I do."
She let a silence fall for another moment as she continued through the motions of making a fresh pot of coffee. "What feels safe about it? I'm curious. Is it the people? The distance from home?"