The door to the kitchen bursts open and a wet-haired young woman with desperate eyes and no real plan here steps in to interrupt this touching scene. She can really never shower again. It's her One and Only Duty to make sure this relationship doesn't expand too far under trauma but they've been alone for half an hour max, and they're nose-kissing. That's egregious.

"Hi!" She grins like she's been invited and a welcome presence here, hopping on a counter. "Is that coffee? Can I have some?"