Sam smiled at her, reaching for the coffee cup, for the sake of having something to do with his hands. Some of what she was saying was a little hard to follow, but he got the general idea. After all, she wasn't the first to suggest that he'd come and gone, without his ever having any recollection of it.
"Nice to meet you, Fred," he said, peering at the contents of said cup, then back at her before taking a tentative sip. "Good coffee. Thanks."
He was spared the awkwardness of filling the silence by another round of bump-and-thump in the kitchen. "Did you hear that?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. "It sounded like..." A giggle?