"No, I'm afraid not." She sets the tray down carefully on top of the papers, before turning her attention to said conversationalist. "Down, not while there's food, you know that." Juliet gave Nancy what could only be described as a look of contempt before stretching her neck up one last time, before stretching backwards and jumping off the table.

"Sorry 'bout that. The flat's a bit of a mess. I haven't been outside for a few days." God damn it, Nancy. She pours him some tea, holding it out to him to take before making her own cup.