[she nods her head in acceptance, taking the cup and thinking this will blow over. she can forgive much over decent coffee, being used to poorer quality, and thinks that this will make up for the wait, the lack of manners, and the general headache she's nursing from figuring this place out.
except. except the cruelty of what she faces is there, and though she swallows to not spit it out on his clothes, to resist the urge to dump it on his shoes, there's a pained look on her face as she sets it down and picks up her own mercifully caffeinated beverage.]
If this is your idea of a joke, sir, it's not a very good one. Nor respectful.
[the kindest words she can mutter to maintain her dignity, while looking at the cup so hatefully it might break under her gaze.]
no subject
except. except the cruelty of what she faces is there, and though she swallows to not spit it out on his clothes, to resist the urge to dump it on his shoes, there's a pained look on her face as she sets it down and picks up her own mercifully caffeinated beverage.]
If this is your idea of a joke, sir, it's not a very good one. Nor respectful.
[the kindest words she can mutter to maintain her dignity, while looking at the cup so hatefully it might break under her gaze.]