"If I answer that request honestly every Brit on this island will know my location instantly and destroy me, so...oh shit do they even have Earl Grey here - no, no, can't get nerdsniped, you get the idea."

For reference the actual answer is 'McDonald's sweet tea'.

Nyx kinda traces the ceiling with her eyes and sighs. "...It does mean something to me, getting your hospitality after all that. I realize I ain't precisely fuckin' pleasant."