The sudden American accent threw Ritchie, but the swearing and dramatic exclaiming felt very familiar and put him quite at ease from the first word.
Of course, the American did the natural thing and reached out to help. This was going to become normality - the sudden feeling of anxiety when people got too close.
Ritchie put the coffee pot down hurriedly, and took a couple of steps back. "A minor disagreement with the local constabulary," he explained with an inappropriate amount of amusement about it.
"And I disagree," he said, as he pulled back the napkins to take a look. Shit. He hadn't thought ahead as to what to do with the bloody napkins, so opted to stuff them into his own pocket. "Coffee is always the priority," he finished with a grin.