She looks at him. There is a full-body pause as she's pouring tea, as well as a glimmer of entertainment in the back of her brown eyes. Just the very suggestion of being out there and 'helping' people might lead her to believe he's something of a courageous soul. But the claim, the smirk, the all of it -- it's a wonder she doesn't chuckle.

"Yes. Well. Knock on wood," and she raps her fingers against the desk, "that nothing gets too wild. I've had quite enough of wild already today."

And with that, she offers him a shallow mug of decent and bold Assam.