Jane laughed as she handed him his coffee and followed his lead to the empty table. "That's fair," she dropped her mask long enough to sip at the drink and winced at the bitter taste. "Well, I suppose it's got to be good for something," she quipped, covering her face with the mask again. "Maybe greasing gears rather than drinking though," Jane smiled at him, hoping to alleviate some of the worry etched into his face. "So, if I'm checking on your house, which mansion do I need to look for?" She teased.