... well he seemed nice enough... Or at least was trying to be. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, kneading the couch cushions beneath her a bit as she considers his offer. She wasn't as much a tea drinker, for obvious reasons. But she didn't hate the stuff so long as it wasn't too bitter.

"... what kind?"

Her tone might come off as a bit brusque but it's really just... how she hides her anxiety.