You know, tea would be preferable to coffee.

[Grell is sitting on the edge of a nearby roof as Yuri picks her way across town below. Up here, she's out of the muck and mud, and her clothes are conspicuously clean for how dirty the town is. She smiles down, flashing her shark-like teeth for a brief moment.]

But I suppose that would be the minority opinion in this little town, hm?