She's not a soft woman; she's not as hard as she's had to become, either, though. She watches him, holding the coffee, smelling it, this thing that's become such a luxury that she can't even really tell if it's good or not anymore except it's better than what's been served in the cafeteria when she's bothered getting it there.

She doesn't smile, but she does sigh, does notch her chin at the refrigerator.

"Let's try it with the milk, then. Then sugar, see if it does anything weird."