After a moment's hesitation, Karen nods. "Sure," she replies, eyebrows lifting. "Where did you even get that from?" Coffee is is one of the most prized possessions around here, for some people ranking far above even paper or booze.

Aurora rushes over, tail thwapping away, and then dashes back off again, Karen watching as the dog makes another circuit of the room. "I assume this means Aretha is still hiding under my bed," she adds, glancing back to Frank. "I sent you a message earlier. I don't know if you got it."