Part of her wants to press it. Ask what he knows, ask if it's why he's here. But it feels like a loaded topic for strangers, and too sensitive for a crowded coffee shop surrounded by normal people. There'll be time for that later, if they run into each other again.

"You're gettin' some," she points out, surly. She didn't have much of a problem with her height, she still might be lucky enough for a growth spurt, but she hated being a kid to everyone. "They give kids younger than me soda. How's coffee gonna hurt?"