Georgia doesn't smile when she turns towards him, and the sunglasses she's wearing even in the low light cover her eyes and make her expression even more inscrutable than it already is, but she's not actually in a bad mood. There's news happening. She'll be able to write this all up on her blog soon and present the unembellished facts. This is what she lives for.

"Coke." She glances across the counter. "If these heathens have it, anyway."