"Yes- please." Stronger the better. If she were the sort to drink, this is where she'd add for some in to the tea. But she's not, so she won't.

Instead, she'll sit quietly, enjoying (enjoying?) the sounds of Sirius preparing tea, and the occasional noise from the other room, looking at the grain on the table.

"I'm, ah- I once uhm-" how to explain? "my roommate." She raises a hand and gestures vaguely at her neck. "I saw it."