After hearing Johanna's suggestion of shaking it, John turned back to the coffee maker and looked at it with a raised eyebrow. [i]Worth a shot I suppose.[/i] After turning off the power first, he picked up the infernal contraption and began to shake it softly like he was told. The mercenary probably shook it a little too hard, but when he placed back on the counter, placed his cup underneath it, and turned it back on, the hot beverage he was looking for flowed as easily as it should. John couldn't help but smile as he brought the steaming drink to his mouth.

[color=ed1c24]"Thanks,[/color] he said as he took a seat at one of the many tables. John sat in silence for a few minutes, doing nothing but drinking, before turning back toward Johanna. [color=ed1c24]"Word of advice, if you care about which of those contracts will be our next mission, I'd suggest choosing soon. You wait too long and you might end up getting stuck with the one you don't want. Wouldn't want you getting ventilated by an Imperial machine gun turret or have some moral dilemma from working with gangsters now would we?"[/color] He looked down at his mug and eyed it with spite. [i]Whoever we end up working for today, I hope they have some better coffee. This stuff's way to weak and I'm so tired I could probably sleep through that soon-to-be siege.[/i]