"Pleasure to meet you, Mary," Killian gave a bit of a bow at the waist, a gentlemanly gesture. If he had a hat, here's where he'd tip it - or give a bit of a villainous mustache twirl, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. "Whereabouts from the east coast do you hail from? That's still quite far from sunny California, mind you. The States, what a bloody huge country - no wonder the motto is supersize me."
Didn't take long to get his coffee, and normally he'd be on his way to enjoying the perfectly acrid flavour while heading for the door and out on a trip back to his 'office.' But alas, at the moment he wasn't in any particular rush. He even switched the to-go cup to his prosthetic hand (it was precise enough, in its robotic-looking sci-fi glory to grip just about anything) and reached into his jeans pocket for a business card. Which he then offered with a flourish.
"Before I forget, by the way. In case you ever need to get in touch. I'm an Inquiry Agent - though I believe you Yanks call them Private Investigators." But if she didn't need those services, well, it was always nice to chat with a friend?