"Probably, yeah," he allows, before mirroring her, draining the last of his coffee in one mouthful. He swallows, reaches for his wallet to leave some money whether he needs to or not, and as he slips it back into his pocket, tells her, "I'll let you know when I've got something, as far as the Archive goes."

A beat.

"If anything comes up before then ... " She's welcome to get in touch him him, instead.