Yes, Elliott decides almost immediately, she really doesn't need to be here right now.

"It's okay, Lisa," he assures, hands moving to ease the shaking cup of coffee from her hands. "I think we should get you somewhere you can relax, okay?"

He sets the cup of coffee on the nearest available surface, and gently leads her by the elbow outside.

"I'll get you set up on the couch with a blanket, some tea, and maybe even some pancakes made from the prepackaged mix in my mom's pantry. They'll be the worst pancakes you've ever had, I promise."