[It's so hard to read his face and these cigars are vastly irritating. Smoke keeps getting in her eyes. Then she remembers and redirects it. This is far more trouble than it's worth. Coffee done she puts about three spoonfuls of sugar in each cup though the taste is thin.]

There should be honey. This tastes like shit. [Since that is how men would talk. How fun!]

And the Malnosso have screwed with my head so I have no idea who the hell you are.

[And now to see what became of that]