His mouth twitches at the sight of the instant coffee--not that he minds, it's just not his preferred way of making coffee--but he doesn't comment.

"Well you've got to start somewhere," he says, walking over to the kitchen, looking at her carefully.

"How are you holding up?" he asks, gently. If she was half as scared as he'd been when Kim disappeared, well then she had to be frantic under that calm exterior.