"I was agreeing with you by being facetious," Bail explained with a small apologetic smile. "I don't think I am a snob about coffee, but I can tell from the smell of what they are serving I wouldn't enjoy it."

But Bail paused for a second. "...They aren't actually poisoning us, are they?" That was a serious question. Because until a few days ago, Bail's world didn't involve jarring memories of another life and secret organizations. His whole world had been turned upside-down.