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When thinking about the coffee she lifted the lid back up, replaced it in her hand, and looked it over. Not only was it instant made, but it was her blend in it, actually all the coffees on the rack were hers, My own instant made! As coffee grinds began spilling to her skin she knew it would be best to put it back to let the brew finish. Letting the lid of the maker click again to it's home. “I wouldn’t mind a cup, sorry for the trouble.” As the coffee made she gave her full attention to him with a welcoming grin. The feel of giving others her makings could bring more joy to her than allowed, but still pleasant filled. "Absolutely no trouble!" As the words swam from her mouth she noticed the tap then lean that Alton presented, "OCD?" She may had been asking, but she was pretty sure she had been right about it. With the studies she had to taken in college she had to know how to read signs from the way people talked, acted, body potions, and so on. "I'm just guessing from the taps and the repeating you did on the stairs." Resting her hands against the contain she sighed as she relaxed her body. "I have some annoying ticks myself." Rolling her eyes to herself she walked to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of the wine she had drank before.

Shutting the door with her foot she began reading the label, Don't let the taste fool you, for this is not alcohol, but a supplement that affects the brain... blah, blah, blah, skip, skip, skip... this shall make you happy beyond your wildest dreams. Feeling a flash of anger she let the bottle fall to the ground exploding into a mixture of red and crystallized rain. "Crap!" The floor to the right of the kitchen table had been stained in a dark claret color, a mess made by an idiotic Grey. "I'm sorry about this mess." Scanning the room quickly she caught sight of a broom in the corner of the far wall that she hasn't seen before, Such a strange place. Not pondering for to long she maneuvered around the shards of glass to reach it. With her back to the mess she reached for the broom once reaching the wall.

"Mess cleaned."

Raising a brow to the sound that was more mechanical than human she turned to see the mess was gone. A stunned look plastered to her face as she let the broom settle back to it's resting place. Examining the floor there was no more mess to worry about, no evidence behind that it ever existed. "Did you see-"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Cries from the coffee maker drew her away from her sentence to it instead. Pressing gentle on the off button she pulled the mug out by it's creamy porcelain handle and handed to Alton. "It's French Vanilla, I hope it's to your liking." Glimpsing of déjà vu flashed in her minds eye as she remembered saying the same before to her husband. Tears welled up on the rims of her eyes. She had been always in a mood of adulation with him, but now she was disconsolate for so long, but now she felt a glim of hope creeping in which scared her. Breathing deeply she tried to pull the edges of her lips up to create an allusion of pep, but she couldn't pull it off. Paint splattered tear drops hit her shirt as she tired laughing it off. "Pointless. Blowing it off she used what little arm strength she had to pull herself up on to the table.

Crossing her legs she let her head flop to her hands. "I hope you're enjoying your coffee." The well of water finally ran dry leaving behind a sign of puffy and red to her face. "You're an animal rescuer, right? Well, I'm a consular." Stating the obvious she picked up the bottled of Happy Juice, popped it, then began to glop it down; she needed some happy supplement. "If everyone had this there'd be no need for consulars." Setting the bottle down she squeezed on to the edge of the table as she hunched over and kicked her legs. "If you ever need to be consoled I'll always have open ears, and I'll be able to feel your emotion pain with you." In a way she was trying to make small puns, but wasn't sure if her point was getting across. The comment was almost laughable though. Grey did wish to be a psychologist, and this was the closet she'd get, but she at times did have trouble listening. She was one to zone out if the topic didn't grab her enough, but with her feeling their pain cause it to be different? She hoped so at least, to help people with horrible things going on like the ones from her past.