Susan can recall a moment - a very recent moment - where Thomas expressed concern about her own Irish tea. She's polite enough not to comment on it, but she's thinking about it as she goes and pours herself a cup. Then she claims her own little patch of floor, adjacent to Thomas, and sits down, legs folded to her side, one arm propping her up, the other curled around her mug. "It has been a strange few days," she remarks, tone carefully neutral.