Misha's heated gaze snapped out of focus at Brick's motion. She stared down at the cup, wondering how the Rabins were able to afford such nifty and high quality dishes. Nonetheless, she did not trust the steaming, tinted water, so instead of drinking it, she simply stared suspiciously into the mug. Shaking her head, she glanced back up at Kianna and shrugged sheepishly. "Do we look like we [i]need[/i] tea?"