"Gotcha," Lisa answered, a bit more strongly. "Thanks." This mug is... more stable in her hands, which brings a proper smile to her lips. A little bit of sugar, then the tea bag plopped on top of the boiling water as she sets it down for a moment to brew.

She's quiet for a moment, watching him move around the kitchen. It's his home, so he knows where everything is, but the efficiency is oddly calming. "I think I needed this. Maybe not for it to happen like it did, but... this is good. A second to just stop and push aside the crazy stuff, to not worry about what's gonna happen." The words are out of her mouth before she really thinks about them, but she doesn't startle at them.