[Chuckling, Rumlow brings the cup close to inhale the caffeine fumes. It's even still hot. He'll chalk that up to Cassian's relative punctuality instead of the cup's insulation. He's feeling generous. He blows at the opening and takes a sip. Ah. Blessed bean water.]

You might be right there. His adherence to tea is borderline. But what you gonna do?

[Rumlow shrugs and takes another sip, casting his gaze back towards the gym. There's still work to do, but the way the water's flowing, Rumlow's not really in a mad rush. He can take a few to chew the fat and sip his coffee.]

Teashop far enough away from the floodwaters, or should I come by and lend a hand?