She actually smiled. There was more. There was no way she was going to run out. She held out her hand to receive them, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she murmured, curling her long fingers around them. Somehow whole beans were more reassuring than the powder. It was what she was used to, after all. Maybe she could get a little bag or something and hang a few beans around her neck. Just in case things ever got bad like that again. "I'm... very dangerous to be around if I don't have coffee," she said slowly. "If it happens again, someone... might need to deal with me."