She orders tea from the waitress - black, with honey - and a fresh cup of coffee for the man who's kindly moved his things. The one he's got looks full enough but it's gone cold.

"Thank you," She says, after she's settled. It's good to sit down. She hates thinking it, but even Ana Amari can't just keep going indefinitely.

She inclines her head, indicating the pile of journals he's gathered to himself. "Getting some work done, Mister..?"