Zara started off with her usual, which was anything containing meat. Anything but meat tasted bland to her, apart from such strong flavours as bitter coffee. It was annoying, but meat did taste pretty damn good at the same time. So she fried some slices of bacon, slapped them op top of a slice of bread, and poured herself some coffee. Might as well go for, what was for her, luxury meat while they were there. And since there was only room to stand in the kitchen, she decided to sit in the living room instead. As soon as the woman entered she was greeted by a familiar voice. Though she didn't give a response just yet. Instead she first sat down, took a long sip of her coffee, and lighted her cigarette, inhaling deeply. Only when she was done exhaling she finally said something. "Morning. How the hell can you be up so early, and not look half-dead?" Zara mostly asked out of jealousy, as she wished she had that kind of energy in the morning herself. Waking up half-asleep, and it taking an hour to properly wake up sucked.

"I guess you'll also want to leave early? I mean that's fine but...I need at least half an hour before I'm ready for more travelling." Or maybe he wasn't in too much of a hurry. Which would be even better. Since then Zara could take her time. It wasn't even guaranteed that they could keep on going on her bike. As maybe Geoffrey didn't have any gas to spare at the moment.