"Sure," she says softly. She's not a coffee drinker really, but it'll be helpful for him to make some and offer it. She gets up with him and resettles herself gingerly on the edge of his dismal little couch. "I know you want to fix this, and I think you can, and you should. But it can't hurt to ask other people, and I don't mind doing it. I can ask casually. What do you think?"

She holds up her phone, showing it to him as a gentle, open offer.