"Bah, I'll stick to my game, leave the quips to you," she dismisses and takes the tea. He was right it wasn't the greatest tea, but she sips it and felt the warmth in her hands. "They won't serve me at that cafe again anytime soon, I bet you."
"Peter." She frowns at him, remembering the important bit of the fight-the actual target. Healing can wait, but in case the guy's outside holding a piano to drop, she has to relay the info. "The asshole that jumped me; he's after you really. Eddie Rock or Braut, sorry wasn't really listening at the beginning, but he's got a shine on you like mad and-" She reaches out to grab his arm, looking very worried, more worried than she usually played it. "He's got that suit."