[oh for fuck's sake. also sorry Octavia but this is an ordinary coffee machine. you're getting ordinary coffee loaded with cream and sugar and topped off with whipped cream. best he can do. deal with it. he hands it to her, sitting down with his own mug.]

Look. I'm professional, but I really don't go in for that hardboiled Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe shit. You're being textbook as hell right now, kid.

[also kind of creepy, you can't be more than 16.]

But fine. Tell me about this guy. [nonchalant little wave of the hand as he takes a sip.] Weave the story for me.