The hint is not that subtle, Terry, particularly when the statement about needing more coffee is factored in. Robbie wordlessly picks up the carafe again and refills Terry's mug, carrying it carefully over.

"Here," he says as he hands over the hot mug. "Cheers."

He raises his own mug high - clinking them seems like a good way to get burned, best avoid that. A sip to keep busy. Robbie can feel the conversation stalling out, and he doesn't know what to say to keep it flowing. He doesn't mind silence, but it bugs other people. Speedball has always been a chatterbug; Penance was stoic. Pick something and blab on autopilot.

"You should sit in on a training session, if you're up for it." Yes, good. Doubly good, Terry might explain why he's here in the first place. "Some of the students could use..."

Hang on, this isn't such a great idea. Is a teacher supposed to want the fear of god put into his students? It might make a few of them have some damn caution, but it's harsh. It's not nice to Terry either, to make him feel like he's the scary monster in this room. "They need a sense of perspective."