"Reality was being altered?" He heard something about that, when he texted Crow. Yet the look on her face, veiled or not... he knows when to tread lightly. Gone somewhere else, and she can't find him to fix whatever went wrong. Doesn't know if he's dead or alive.

"How's that coffee? My reputation is on the line, you know." Straightening up to give her space, he starts to fold a filter paper, resting the funnel over a fresh cup.