[ Riza bumps about the kitchen. She's not familiar with all of it yet, but she's managed to figure out the coffee maker at the very least. A few moments later, the coffee maker is bubbling merrily away on a warm drink. She returns, passing Roy into her bedroom, and then comes back to drape a blanket over his shoulders. Stay warm, you useless idiot. ]

I'll see what I can find out. Should we avoid association, or do you think they already know of our connections?

[ And then she's back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with two mugs of coffee, one of which she hands down to Roy, just as he likes it. Really, she hadn't had to ask but she does it anyway, out of habit. ]

It's certainly not the situation I ever expected to be in.