Her hands wrap around the mug, can't keep fidgeting that way and she does appreciate the option of some tea right now.

She has no idea what to say. Or— no, worse: she has no idea what to say without pissing Sam off. No version of these events looks good and no attempt to deflect looks any better. She knew it when she took the deal and yet even after weeks she hasn't come up with a better plan.

"...it's complicated."