[Oh, Shiro's face just lights up when she comes back out. You'd think she was bringing the elixir of life or something like that. He fishes in a coat pocket, and pulls out a good handful of polished stones. Agates, really, from the shoreline.]

Please believe me when I say I would drink it no matter what.

[A desperate man, here. His hands curl around it, almost reverently, his right hand clinking gently on the mug. He's forgone gloves in here, it's safer in here, and metal fingers glint in the bar light.]

Apparently, it's a caffeine problem. [With a wry, tired grin. Before he just drinks. Eyes closed. Oh yeah - grounds and all, this is good.] Didn't have time to make any before I came to check on the guys.