[ Though the days is balmy and summery, something cold stirs in Nyx's chest at that. She's gotten good at recognizing the sorts of people who make good candidates to be turned into one of the Empty and... this man may as well be advertising himself as a potential.

The smile she gives him shows none of that, though – it's soft, warm and a little sad on his behalf. Her voice, too, softens. ]

Of course that's alright. Today's usually our quiet day, too, so you can take as long as you'd like.

[ She pushes the door open as she says so. ]

Would you like to come in? I have a pot of coffee brewing, if you'd like something to drink.