"Yes, I did notice the accent," she remarks, pointing the stub of her cigarette at him in gesture. "Not often you hear that around these parts." Of course, herself included. She's an oddity in this city, in more ways than one.

"Alright, calm down, honey." She waves a hand at him as if he's about to have a full on breakdown in her office, when all he's done is sigh. "We'll work this thing out. It's what I do."

She pushes away from her desk, setting a clean, empty glass on the corner nearest him. "Here," she says, uncapping her bottle and pouring in just enough to cover the bottom. She's not giving him more than he needs, it's a precious commodity.