Isabelle sighs. Well, it had been worth a try. 

"Might as well follow her and bring that coff- [i]what the heck are you doing??![/i]"

Asil freezes. Eyes wide, mouth open and above an empty coffee cup. A droplet of spit slowly works its way down her chin before she straightens, swallows the mouthful, and sheepishly wipes her mouth with a sleeve.

"Asillll." Isabelle groans, pinching her nose. "That is Adriana Teresio, CEO of the Consortium and the most powerful woman in a full [i]third [/i]of known space. I know you don't care that much for authority, but you cannot just ... just [i]hock a loogie [/i]into her coffee!!"

And now it's Asil's turn to be quiet, as she stares into the bottom of the cup with a pout.

"Look." Isabelle continues, voice softening. "I mean, I get it. It's sweet that you'd want to stand up for me like that. And I know that she just walked right past me ... shoved me aside really ... was rude to us both ... and treated us like her servants ... and ... and ... "

Isabelle trails off, no longer sure where she was going with this ...

"... Y'know what? Give me that cup."

A few moments later, she and her girlfriend hurried their way into the command centre in Adriana's wake. Carrying one take-away order of 'special' coffee.