[that gets a laugh. While not as rumpled as he is, she's just as ragged as she'd been the night of the party. With the warmth from the sun, she's in an oversized t-shirt, her brown and white wings actually visible for once, with heavy boots and paint-speckled jeans quite happily broadcasting her complete lack of interest in fashion] Well..you're right about the fountain and the assisting, at least.

[standing, her satchel goes over one arm] So...which is the more urgent need? Coffee? Or the makings of a decent breakfast?