"It doesn't." He accepts the thermos and sips at its contents immediately, the heat and substance immediately shaving more of the bladed edge from his headache. "But it matters to you, obviously."

He retrieves his bag with the fluid catch and pull of a hand, its load considerably lighter than it was the night prior.

"My advice?" Rush looks at her coolly. "Don't prolong it. That benefits none of the parties involved."