"Ah," he said in mock serious understanding, "one of those addict types." His own mug was due a fill up soon but he wasn't going to flag down the waitress until a new pot had brewed. He didn't want whatever was at the bottom of the pot now. "You didn't." An eyebrow rose slightly as she shivered. "Guess you really don't like them." He pulled his cup over to rest between his hands, feeling the fading warmth. "Never been a big fan myself."
He'd seen some bad things, on both sides of the law. He agreed with her. They thought humanity had been capable of some pretty bad things. What was even more chilling was when the demons and monsters mirrored some of the worst of what humanity had to offer. It made him wonder how much of a difference there really was. "I'm still waiting for this to be the result of a coma. Head trauma," he murmured and shook his head.