Rosalind looked up at the familiar voice and grinned. She might have only been in town for a couple of weeks, but she had literally stopped by the coffee shop every day. She picked up her coffee a bit delicately, and took a sip before she answered the cheeky barista. "Sleep? I'll get plenty of that when I'm dead," she answered. There were a few moments in her life when she thought she was near it, the attack in Kabul being the most memorable. "In the meantime there's always more work to do, and new stories to uncover."
The coffee warmed her from the inside out as she drank it, and leave it to Fenris to always make it the way she liked it. She was impressed that he had memorized her order already. She liked having her coffee ready and waiting for her by the time she reached the counter. "Would you like to join me," she asked. He didn't seem the type to socialize much, and the truth was neither was Rosalind despite her job; but he had brought her coffee over, and he did initiate conversation. It wouldn't hurt to chat for a few moments, would it?