It's been a few hours. Rey has given up on trying to process everything and has just been trying to catch up on what she had apparently missed. The news of the benign Null has been more than enough to keep her distracted when Carlisle arrives.

Strange. She hadn't expected him to come, but he's alone this time and she isn't surrounded by empty liquor bottles and a foul stench in the room. At some point she had to do some cleaning to get the area in hospitable shape again, so there is that.

Sitting upright, Rey rubs her forehead before she can remember how words work again. Meanwhile, Tripod regards Carlisle warily.

"Funny. Tea sounds good right now."

Maybe because Safronov had been drinking loads of it for the past few weeks. Rey had always been more of a coffee lady before.