Picking her way through the broken shards of china and spilled coffee in bare feet is difficult enough that she keeps her eyes on the ground when Cougar tows her back inside, using it as an excuse to avoid meeting the knowing glances she's getting from her teammates.

His hat is a little damp, but at least the dark brown leather masks whatever coffee stains she may have inadvertently left on it, and she hands it over to him when he asks, still silent but looking so pleased and still a tiny bit overwhelmed that it should be obvious she's alright.