He saw the looming shadow before he saw her. She actually called him Timothy? Hell nobody called him by that name in over half a century! "You'll have to forgive me if I don't panic, Director. But I haven't had any caffeine since halfway through the Civil War when I ended up getting beat within an inch of my life by a monster that stole my face. Did the Council really call a nuclear strike on Manhattan?"
He'd been pretty shaken up but went over to the coffee pot and got her another cup. Bringing it to her he handed it over and sat back down. "If it's any consolation you have good taste in coffee. I remember the crap we stomached during World War 2. We called it Trench Dirt, nasty shit!"