[ He may not be easily won over, but Five warms up to her considerably when she obliges and drums up some coffee for him. He doesn't touch the sugar, instead immediately taking the cup and sniffing it before swallowing a large gulp. Fresh. It was poor foresight that he didn't take whatever he could grab on the way off the train, it's been too long. ]

...Not bad. [ Because there's always time to comment on the quality of the coffee. He looks back up at her and already seems a little less manic. ]

I didn't have to convince him of anything, he called me out. Unfortunately, he's of the opinion that we should sit back and observe to see what happens. [ He frowns into the cup and takes another drink, then regards her briefly. ]

What made you believe me?