Ken startled slightly at the sudden greeting, his eyes flew open--and there was Aya. Finally. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

Ken pulled his tea off the tray and pushed it across the table toward Aya's. An offering of sorts, he knew the warning signs of caffeine deprivation in the other assassin. The tea wasn't as strong as coffee, but it was hot and had at least some caffeine in it.

"I'm fine."