Much better, Miss Noir. [She says with a teasing smile, straightening back up and inhaling deeply, squaring her shoulders.] And you don't need to worry about me! It'll take much worse than a cold to bring down Sheryl Nome! [She'd know.]

Why don't I try your coffee how you'd like me to try your coffee? I can't imagine milk and sugar are easy to come by in the middle of the woods.