He clutched at her books, looking like he was going to go into a minor meltdown over the damned coffee. Raising an eyebrow at him, she began to undo her buttons before pulling the thing off. Looking down at the ruin that was the shirt, she swore as she realised it'd soaked right through to her vest.

"Ahuh, too damn right you will. Come on... vaguely familiar person, you forgot to add and I'll buy you a replacement coffee too." Keira muttered, pulling at his sleeve to indicate he'd better start walking with her and fast. "Just be glad I'm not the kind of- "Keira muffled a letter that started a word as she adjusted her top. "-itch who takes things personally."