She hangs her coat on the back of his desk chair, pulling soft leather gloves from one of the pockets.

A nod; "I noticed. She seems fairly well along," she comments, eyes at her hands as she stretches cool leather over warm fingers. "Disposition's not all that bad, though, considering."

She's alone for a brief moment as he ducks out of the room, and her eyes go toward the strange white... glass?

When he reemerges, she inclines a hand toward the coffee cup.

"What is that?"