She settles into making their drinks so naturally, he rattles off the order of a milk tea with brown sugar boba easily. It's sweeter than he might normally have gotten, but he's opting to indulge just a little. His plans for the morning have been thoroughly derailed after all, but he would be able to return to his schedule later. For now, he was happy to help her feel a bit more at ease, if only for a little while.

"I'll try not to damage the nail polish at fight club," he quips, wondering vaguely if that had been established when she was here before.