Intense under-reaction is his middle name. He's takes a sip of his coffee, sighing when the drink warms him up on its way down his esophagus. Ah, this is relief. There's a part of him that tells him he should feel bad for not offering it first, or at least not waiting until she's passed to drink, but he can't help the blackout and if he let it cool, it'll ruin the whole point of buying a hot drink. He ignores the voice and raises an eyebrow at her.

Then chuckles. What is this, is it an actual emergency?

"Yeah, I'm fine... is there something going on?"