[He can't figure out if she's talking about that kind of suffering or that kind of suffering and this conversation is doing his head in, so he'll put his glasses and jacket back on to free up his hand, and inch in a little closer towards Pelan. If nothing else because she's standing between him and the coffee, and fumbling around making coffee is a good way to occupy his hands and stall.]

Sorry I'm just. Going to make us some coffee. It's a... big city. Everyone's rushing all the time. Places to be, things to do. No one would have stopped to help a blind man out like you did. [He smiles and bites his lip. All he can hear is the sound of his own heartbeat racing drowning out everything else.]