[Maketh sips her drink deliberately, watching him through narrowed eyes. The coffee is hot still. If it comes to that, she could throw it in his face as a distraction. Let the burn of alcohol and steaming water put him off balance while she goes for his throat. Easy, it would be so easy--

No. Control yourself, soldier. Sit up straight. Reveal nothing.

She lowers her mug slowly.]

Of course I have.

[She's not a fool.]

I am off-duty, Doctor Sweets, and you are interrupting my drink. There had best be a reason for that.

[A very good reason.]