[His fingers graze around the corner of the countertop and he sighs in relief, perching against it. It's definitely the coffee machine. He can hear the beans lurching and clacking inside.

Taking his shades off, he rubs his eyes a little tiredly, but she can still see his smile.]

It... wasn't what I had in mind. I thought saving the world meant- something else. It's not that I don't enjoy it I just- or that I wanted to stab something and go out in a hail of bullets but- you know there's all these people who just want to do... ooo... things... and I- I think I'm just going to shut up and drink my coffee.

[Such eloquent lawyer. Much wow.]