She sets everything down next to him and sits, trying not to make any sudden movements. It's like trying to handle a skittish horse--all about keeping him from freaking out more than he already has.

"The tea tastes like crap," she warns him, resisting the urge to hand it to him. He'll probably be happier doing that himself, as much as he can be happy in here. "But they say it's good for you."