Alyssa had opened the fridge and put a couple ice cubes in the cup by the time he'd come into the kitchen and was no filling the glass with water. He earned a light chuckle from her when he talked about rubbing some dirt in it and shook his head. "No. THat would only make things worse. Not to mention all the dirt around New York will kill you." Shrigging her shoulders she turned to hand him the glass of water. "Do you like chocolate? I have some brownies. Made them myself." Why yes, she did put her guest over heself at all times.
She still had a tissue in her hand and used it on her nose once again, throwing it away right after and then moving to wash her hands. "If you don't like brownies I could make you a sandwich or something." Alyssa had reached the stage of needing to do something in order to try and stop crying.