His timing is a perfect accident; she comes through the doors just as the ring falls into place. Joining him for coffee was what she'd promised; she's even fairly punctual. Pretending she wants to be here, though, lies outside her responsibilities, and that shows in every facet of her appearance: her raised chin; the set of her lips; the short, brisk steps with which she closes the distance between them.

Cameron sits without speaking, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Maybe it's unfair of her. Certainly it's unfair of her to take the curse out on him; but as she sees it, it's not the curse but everything else she's blaming him for. Of course everything else constitutes everything she won't talk about. If he draws the wrong conclusion, it's only because it's the only one apparent.