[ She laughs again, although it's more breath than sound. ]

Captain Rogers is as American as they come. [ She's joking, she takes her tea black so there's nothing to get wrong about it, but: ] I don't think he'd know how to brew a proper cup of tea even with me hovering over his shoulder. Although God knows he'd try his best.

[ There's a pause as she fishes her keys out of her pocket. Her apartment is on the second floor of a modest stone building, the stairway behind a wrought iron gate. They're a few minutes away still, but close enough. ]

Or dump it in the cove in lieu of a harbour.