Spence blinked at Rain's offered mug of coffee. But what could he do? He took it, gingerly, and offered a twitched smile and an exceedingly soft, "Thanks," in exchange. And he made careful eye contact with the woman. After all, who could really blame Ocampo? Some...virus was coursing through her body, eating away at her.
She couldn't control her behavior. Spence suppressed a shudder.