"Just add a sugar. I like it simple and strong," Lucy spoke, standing behind the hunter. She allows her eyes to drift over the room. Plain. Simple. All one would need when in a pickle.

She takes her cup, thanking him before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The black coffee fills her nose as she brings it to her lips. She sips slowly, savoring the taste of a much needed coffee, just taking a moment to exist. 

Letting out a sigh, she lowers the cup, "Come on, then. Do your detective interrogation. I'm surprised you've held out this long."