"Bad coffee." Hannibal tutted humorously. "There is nothing quite as bad as bad coffee. Perhaps next time you should bother me for a fresh batch." He took a seat on the stool and set the folder on the side. The kitchen tops were spotless. He slipped his gloves off and put them into his pockets. "She works very hard, yes." He glanced up at her and smoothed his tie down. "I'm very well. Keeping everyone on this island as sane as possible."