Kaama’s mind paced for roughly half of a minute before deciding that the most logical course of action, as someone who doesn’t want Stheno Corp. to sue him and use up government funds, was ask the lady at the counter for something frozen to help ease the suit wearing man’s pain.
The man’s whose name he still doesn’t know.
Luckily for him, the Cafe keeps ice cubes stored in plastic bags, perfect for easing some burns.
With those acquired, he runs into the bathroom only to see a very defeated looking man.
He looks back at him with the face of a hurt dog, all while trying to get the coffee off of his pants.
Kaama feels somewhat bad inside. Somewhat.