"Then that's a no for coffee?" She sighs and turns, leaving the door open so he can come in if he chooses. Thea feels like a little girl who's lost her balloon; one moment happy and blissful and the next distraught as she watches something she'd loved even briefly float up toward the clouds.

She stops when she hits the kitchen, going through the motions of making her coffee deliberately. Each movement is a way for her to focus, a meditation and a reminder not to yell at her brother and remind him the myriad of ways this is none of his business. She wonders, not for the first time, what Ollie would do if he knew she'd learned this from Merlyn.

"Actually," she says as she adds the milk, her voice dangerously calm and even. "I have met him before last night, not that it's any of your concern."