There wasn't any real spirit there. She didn't think that she had the urge or the will to smile or anything. She didn't know that she was going to relax at all. Or that she was any good at all. Emotionally or physically but well she kind of figured that he wasn't going to just leave it alone. Put his foot down or something.
"Um.. whatever kind, I guess. I'm not picky." Tea was tea, whatever kind it was. At least in her state.