"Much like there's no truly logical explanation for how Manfred communicates with me," he says quietly, thoughtfully, considering the case. A wry smile crosses his face at her mention of impulse control. No, this would not be that.

"As we're about to have tea, please, by all means." Emmrich can't help it, he's curious. The kettle calls from the kitchenette, followed by a delighted hiss. Now he just had to hope Manfred poured the water instead of setting another kettle on to watch the steam pour out.

He straightens then, looking around the place. That's everything, he's fairly certain. Emmrich hasn't packed light, but he thinks what he's bringing is reasonable enough. Efficiently he fastens all the straps on the bags as Manfred thankfully brings out a tray with the steeping tea in a pot and two cups.

"Well done, Manfred."