As he watches, Firo almost thinks she is going to have an Avox get that coffee and that'll be the end of that. But, no, she stands firm.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Please don't explain it again." He shrugs, finally about ready to give up the argument. She can make her bed and lie in it (or not) and that's her business. Besides, it's not like talking to her is unpleasant, so why bother trying to drive her off?

He is curious about why she's so determined, though. He picks absently at one of the buttons on the suit jacket. "Anyway, not that I really care, but aren't you gonna mess up your clothes if you work on 'em while you have the coordination of a drunk?"