[ Should she really be inviting someone over who, up until now, has technically achieved fuckbuddy status when she’s feeling out of sorts and a whole lot disturbed? Probably not.

And there definitely shouldn’t be booze involved.

Meeting at a coffee shop in some gauche Up cafe or a hole in the wall Down diner would have been a better way to get her mind off that video.

Granted, public places sure as hell hadn’t managed to keep things chaste anyway.

Besides, she genuinely is upset and, though she might have reached out to Rowan, she normally doesn’t like to let people see when she’s feeling like this, never mind letting a whole bar of people see it.

Rogue’s in the apartment’s kitchen, messing with some sort of fancy espresso and latte maker that had come with the place that she still hasn’t figured out how to work. She’d said there’d be coffee and, though she could have made the instant stuff she normally drinks, this seems as good a time as any to figure out how to squeeze caffeine out of the thing. ]

Hey. In here.

[ She definitely looks like she’s been having A Day, a little disheveled and way too focused on the buttons on the coffee maker. ]