[ when miles lets them in, he's mostly cleared the desk for the coffee clara promised. he only has the one chair, so the bed that folds into the wall is pulled out for extra seating, though miles remains on his feet for now. there's a couple of liquor bottles on the desk against the wall, a deep red wine and a bottle of something bright green. miles waves them inside with a flippant little half-bow, eyeing the coffee. ]

You know, I think providing caffeine in times of trial might qualify you for sainthood. Please, ladies, take a seat where you like.