He can recognize this kind of tired on her; there are not quite bags under her eyes and the rolling of her shoulder confirms - she’s just flirting with overwork or insomnia right now. Recoverable, especially since she’s still laughing at his retort to theoretical questioning. It’s good to hear him confident after all, but it’s so unlike him that she can’t help the flash of confusion in her expression.

Once she returns to her setup, she takes a sip of coffee and flips through the first few pages of the bounty he’s brought.

“End of November. Maybe early December - I remember Christmas decorations and everything tasting like nothing.”